Yesterday I was throwing the ball up these steps for Bro. See, that way he has to run up and down them every time he brings the ball back and he gets tired in like half an hour instead of two hours. But all that Border Collie agility, twisting, dashing up steps, and turning on a dime to catch the ball, was not so good for Bro’s left front foot, which has become prone to sprains in his old age. So he limped down the steps, which really means dashing down the steps on three legs and throwing the ball at my feet. Being the human and therefore the supposedly responsible party, I explained to him that we should stop playing ball and just limp around and pee on things and go to bed.
I made him some comfrey infusion (he loves it) that night, and the limping was totally gone by the next morning. Today is Saturday and there are people and dogs everywhere, which made Bro go nuts, so I put him in his crate for most of the morning, which made him so hyper. But I was still the responsible adult and we didn’t do anything but walk around on a leash and pee today.
All that responsibility, and guess what happened? He inhaled a fox tail. Totally inhaled it, so that it probably lodged somewhere in his sinuses, which made lots of blood, and he went into crazy sneezing fits with lots of blood spraying out of his nose.
Bro is not the kind of dog who ever stops and things to himself, “gee, I can’t breath and there’s blood spraying out of my nose. Maybe I should chill out for a minute.” No, Bro thinks, “woah, not being able to breath is kind of interfering with me trying to get everyone on the sidewalk to throw this pinecone! I will breath way harder! Throw the pinecone!”
So I told him to lay down and I sat in the grass with him while he sneezed up blood. The first step in Susan Weeds seven rivers of healing is to do nothing. So I did nothing and worked on getting Bro to do nothing, too, until his sneezing slowed down. Then we walked back to the van, and he laid in the bed, intermittently sneezing blood everywhere, while I wiped his nose with my pee rag. Don’t worry, pee is sterile.
I called Darcy, which is what I always do when I don’t know what to do, but she didn’t answer. I think she was in the middle of graduating from the last two years of herb school! Congratulations Darcy!!!
So, I walked up to the gas station for hot water, and made some flax seed tea, and put a little Lobelia tincture in it, to encourage mucilage and sooth the breathing. I figured by then whatever hadn’t been sneezed out would have to just be a part of Bro, and the sneezing was just making more tissue damage. So the Lobelia was supposed to slow the sneezing down, and the flax was supposed to encourage mucous, which was supposed to encourage healing. Either it worked, or Bro’s body was doing it on it’s own anyways.
Poor Bro. It’s been a rough couple of days.
(This is a test of the inebriated broadcasting system. If this post is still legible tomorrow, it’s a success! 😀 )