Diesel, Phoebe and Bailee all came home from their week at the resort with a case of the canine cold. The last few days, the girls have felt punky and even Diesel has been a bit restrained. Canine Cough is the canine equivalent of the common cold...so there's not a whole lot a vet, even one as awesome as Dr. Ron can possibly do about it.
It's just hard to listen to their little coughs, hacks and wheezes and know there's not much you can do to make them feel better. I imagine it's probably as frustrating as trying to teach a kid how to blow their nose...except, well, eventually the kid gets it or goes around school know as Snotty or some other unflattering nickname.
We've used a combination of remedies to try and power through this ordeal and I've learned that young Master Diesel is quite like a big ole Pooh Bear when it comes to honey...he LUUUUUUVS it. He loves all food, but this honey stuff gets him over the moon. silly boy.
I'm got Bailee on some childrens robotussin dm, to help her get some of the gunk out. Her nose is very dry and she is lethargic. But, still eating with gusto and telling Diesel when he's crossed the line. Mostly she's sleepy and not causing troubles...which is completely and totally unusual for her.
I think in a few more days we'll have this whipped and we'll all go back to the normal level of insanity around here.
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