In the middle of the night, well, 4:30 Sunday morning to be exact, I'm happily blissfully sound asleep. Then my husband taps me and says, wake up. Something's wrong with Sonny. I bolt up to the sound of her panting away, wide awake. She doesn't seem to be in stress, but panting in the middle of the night is definitely not normal for her. She's awake, so it's not a dream she's having.
I take Sonny out of the room and, of course, she heads for the back door. In the middle of the night. It's dark. The neighbors are sleeping and she wants to go outside. Not really an issue, but we're not alone. And, in a flash, here comes Charley. Here comes Sig. Here comes Rylie. So, I let them all out, hoping that no one starts barking.
As each one comes back towards the door, I let them in. Sonny then heads straight for the water, and drinks for what seems like minutes. Ah, maybe it's the prednisone. See, at our vet visit on Wednesday, Dr. E had increased her prednisone from .25 mg per day to .5 mg twice a day, in an effort to clear up her pustules. It's working. Her stomach is 100% better looking, but she's thirsty as all get-out.
So, having eased my concern that we were going to have to find an emergency vet clinic open in the middle of the night, I decide to leave her out with the other dogs.
Out as in outside of the bedrooms. The adults are behind closed doors, leaving the four dogs with the run of the rest of the house. I figure this way my husband and I can sleep undisturbed, and I won't have to keep hearing her pant the rest of the night. I hear the click of toenails on the wood floors several times, but there's no scratching or whining at the door.
This morning, she's fine. Terribly thirsty still, but the panting is gone and she's acting her normal indoor-dog type self. The other three are outside enjoying the fresh air. Sonny would rather be in, so I let her.
She's played hard this morning already and needs her beauty sleep!
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