Poor Mr Rudy!

Good Evening Everyone,

I am so sorry to report that poor little Mr Rudy got bitten today by a fire ant. I understand this is the second time this has happened. Evidently the last time he got bitten on the lip and, according to Miss Jacque, he had a terrible week during which all parts of his little body were swelling up as the ant poison was working it's way out of his system. Thankfully, Miss Jacque took him to the VET last time and got medicine and instructions on how to take care of him. We are so fortunate that she is so knowledgeable about these kinds of things.

Actually it was Mr Bob who first discovered Mr Rudy was injured. As soon as Miss Jacque saw it she knew what to do. She gave Mr Rudy some medicine and spent some time loving on him. I thought it was so cute that she was trying to make sure Mr Rudy took his medicine by disguising it in a piece of cheese. And she was so thoughtful of our feelings because she gave Miss Mollee and me a piece of cheese as well (it didn't have medicine in it though).

All evening Miss Jacque and Mr Bob have watched Mr Rudy very carefully for any sign of distress or worsening. And later this evening they fixed a small foot bath for Mr Rudy so he could soak his paw in some Epsom Salts in hopes that it would help draw out the poison. I was proud of his sad little self as he sat on the table and allowed Mr Bob and Miss Jacque to minister to him. Please, everyone, let's all say a prayer that Mr Rudy recovers from this fire ant bite quickly and without too much pain.

Have a good evening,

Ivy

P.S. I am sorry to report that Betsy (my little purple and white cow toy given to me by Miss Jacque last weekend) has not survived. This past Friday while I was outside enjoying the sunshine, Miss Mollee "adopted" little Betsy. And one nibble led to another and the next thing I knew I saw Betsy laying on the living room floor beside a huge pile of stuffing. Alas, I have lost my toy. But I am sure Miss Jacque will get me a new one soon. Poor, poor, Betsy ...