My human and I were settling in for the night when we got the call. A vacationing dachshund was in trouble! We grabbed my seat belt and dashed to the hospital, spurred by the image of his increasingly swollen face.
He happily licked my person's hand as she gave him injections to reverse the swelling. Before our eyes, his cute little noggin went back to it's normal, easy-to-breathe shape.
The next day his grateful human picked him up from camp, as good as new. Thank you for saving the day with the quick thinking phone call, Auntie Colleen!