Bees!

It was a very wonderful sunny, the right kind of cool breeze and a perfect day for being outside. Bruno knew it to. We went out for our usual walk around the house. The yard was freshly cut and smelled refreshingly delightful. Bruno, our dog, was happy to take another stroll around. After all, there were so many scents not yet experienced. We had almost finished our second stroll when we had come upon a small patch of tall grass that had not been cut by our patio. I'm sure that in his mind, he just knew that a small critter just had to live in that patch of uncut, tall grass. So, bravely and with out hesitation in he went to explore a possibility of a 'snack'. He parted the graces with his knows and actually tunneled his way into the depths of green. I was standing a bit back to watch his adventure as I held the leash that I was, no, he was attached to. All of a sudden I saw him beginning to take little jumps this way and that. " Oh, he must be onto his prey", I thought. The next thing I observed was enough to make my heart pound in me. Yellow Jackets... many Yellow Jackets. I yelled for Bruno to come to me quickly only to discover that he had become entangled int he grass and couldn't find his way though the 'tunnel' that he had made to enter the jungle. I pulled him trough the grass with yellow jackets in pursuit. I began to brush the bees off of him then I to received a sting. I had a skirt on and with more of a fear that those yellow beasts would be up my skirt than for my precious dog, I ran to the house and Bruno ran ahead of me. I ran through the garage and closed the door. Into the house we came. I brushed of the handful of the yellow jackets off of Bruno, and cared for my sting. Bruno was so in shock by the stings and the ordeal he ran upstairs. I called the vet and was advised to bring him in. Where was he? He didn't answer me and was no where to be seen. With a pounding heart for fear that he had had a terrible reaction to the stings not knowing how many he had gotten, I ran up stairs to continue my search. What a relief to find him huddling in my closet. He never goes there, but to him, I'm sure that it was a place of safety away from those pain giving flying things.

Even with a bribery of ice scream, his favorite treat, I had to carry him down, and finally was able to make our way to the vet. He was given a shot of benadryl and something for pain. For most of the rest of the day he just slept and stayed on the couch and didn't even bark or want to play until Brian came home from work later on in the evening.

My one sting still stings me, so I really feel bad for what Bruno must have felt like.

So, that was our adventure with a walk with the bees.