*SPOILER: the dog makes it*
Welp, after 22 years livin’ peaceably in rattlesnake country, it finally happened: my dog got bit. I had just unknowingly stepped within a foot of the thing without incident, but my little Pom wasn’t as lucky. Took a hit to the thigh. It was a baby Western diamondback coiled up next to the porch, so small and twig-like it didn’t even register as a snake until I heard its tiny but unmistakable rattle.
Fast forward three quarters of an hour. My country vet met me at the clinic on Sunday night and had her gassed, on an IV drip, injected with antivenin, and zapped with a cold laser in minutes.
I’m generally cool with snakes, but after a close encounter with a venomous pit viper my outlook always sours a bit. It’s been 24 hours and the Pom and I are still kinda traumatized. She’s expected to recover, but that toxin is no joke. If ya wanna see what I mean, pictures follow in the next post.
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