Poor little guy

This little guy threw our holiday weekend plans for a big loop. Our weekend was packed full of gatherings with friends, a big benefit dinner with a live auction and finishing up our powder room remodeling project.

Unbeknownst to us, Bentley had other plans ...

He slept a lot on Friday {not uncommon for a puppy} and became very lethargic into the late evening. A while later, he began running a fever. We were up all night checking on him. By 5:30 Saturday morning we knew we were in trouble. His temp was 104.7 and he wouldn't eat or drink. Within minutes we were on our way to the animal hospital. Following a battery of tests and chest x-rays, it was confirmed that our little guy had pneumonia. This is dangerous in all puppies but for a bulldog, it's even more extreme as their compromised {smooshed} faces affect their airways.

He was placed in intensive care {or as my husband referred to it as "expensive care"} and put on IVs for fluid and antibiotics. Due to his high fever, Bentley was put in an incubator to regulate his temperature and administer his nebulizer treatments. Can you say Cha Ching?!

At the site of this listless little guy and the possibilities of his illness, I was sobbing like a baby. My eyes were so swollen my own family members wouldn't have recognized me in a line up ~ I truly am pathetic!

Two days later he returned home with his bag of antibiotics and required daily steam baths.

Yes, you read that correctly, my husband or I must sit in our master bathroom with our little bullie steaming away. It's almost like a spa treatment only not as enjoyable!

The first morning {as in 5am} Bentley was home I was sitting in the chair holding him. He was a little punky and just wanted to be held. Out of nowhere from behind, Bozley bounded over the chair to join us.

Animals are not allowed on the furniture in our home but my husband was laughing so hard {he saw the whole thing unfold} at the event he grabbed the camera.




{It's 5am and I had just woken up ~ no comments; please}

Little by little Bentley is feeling better. Secretly, I think Bozley missed his little buddy and was happy to have him home. He follows him around the house and protects him. I must admit that it's rather cute and most comical to witness.






Thankfully we have an amazing neighbor and friend that has offered to peek in on Bentley during the day and tend to a few of his needs while I'm at school. What a relief knowing he is in good hands!

With a son in college, I honestly thought all baby mothering was behind me ... Ugh!

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