Our poor little Frankie and lost Bobbie McGee

Our week has been busy with more fish selling and more B&B guests. However, it was made even busier and filled with anxiety two dog episodes.

1. Last Saturday, our little Frankie was feeling under the weather. A bit lethargic and just not herself. By Sunday, she was throwing up and we noticed she also had diarrhea. She wasn't eating or drinking. On Monday, she was still vomiting and there was now blood in her liquid poo. She was a mess. She would wake Kevin up at least three times during the night, asking to be let out. Bless her. (Thank goodness for Kevin waking up because I didn't hear a thing and slept through it all). I took Frankie to our San Marcos' vet on Monday morning, but she was not in that day. I took her back on Tuesday, and our vet was in, but didn't have the medicine on hand. She checked Frankie and determined that her organs were swollen and causing Frankie pain. The vet was able to give her some pain relief medicine, but asked if I could bring her back the next morning for antibiotics (because we're not busy, right?). But it's our Frankie, of course I'd bring her back. On Wednesday, I left at 6:30 am to be the first in line at 7 am. The vet gave her a shot of antibiotics and then gave us something like Gravol to alleviate the vomiting (Yay! Maybe Kevin would finally get some sleep). But the vet also gave us a one-time dose of this stuff that is meant to clean out any parasites or infections or whatever might be causing her illness. Boy, let me tell you... that stuff worked like a dream. Within a half hour of syringing the dose down her throat (just to make sure she swallowed it all) she was showing a certain perkiness. And she got better. All her symptoms disappeared. That stuff was some kind of magic potion!

2. And if that wasn't stressful enough, Bobbie McGee went missing on Wednesday. It's not unusual for her to roam during the day, but there were men working on the telegraph post at the entrance to our property, and the last time Kevin had seen Bobbie, she was hanging out with the technicians. After about an hour, we hadn't seen her around. We called her... Kevin whistled the "come now" signal, but nothing. Kevin hopped on the ATV (quad) and went to Martin's restaurant, then up the hill, then drove down all the way to Copey... then back up to La Trinidad, then back down to Copey for a second time. We were both a little panicked. She's so friendly that it's not an impossibility for her to follow someone up or down the road. Although she roams, she's never gone for long periods of time without coming home and checking in. This was worrisome.

A few hours later, the technicians from earlier drove down our driveway, honked the horn, and delivered our Bobbie. Her collar had been taken off. The men handed her to me and said they had found her somewhere in Copey. I was relieved that she was okay. She licked me and appeared just as relieved to be home again. Phew. A few minutes later, Kevin came back from his search and I was able to give him the good news. We're still not sure what happened exactly, but we're glad she's safe and not hurt. She's been staying close to home ever since.