Yesterday as I was walking my dog, I stopped to talk to a neighbor. My dog, Sherlock, stood patiently while we spoke for a few minutes so I gave him a treat to reward his patience. He choked. It was quite frightening for me and him. He was getting a little bit of air but not much and he was panicking. I called my husband to pick us up and take us to the animal emergency room. As I waited to meet him, I picked up Sherlock and started walking toward my house. The car came around the corner and suddenly the treat cleared Sherlock's throat and he was breathing heavily in my arms.
By the time we got back to the house, Sherlock was fine. I, on the other hand, was not. The scare had given me a rush of adrenaline and I pushed my lungs too far. So I had an asthma attack. We dealt with that at home and then called the vet to verify that Sherlock didn't actually need to come in now that the block was gone. Finally my husband and I collapsed on the couch exhausted. It is amazing how something like this makes your body feel. We both felt like we had been to the edge of the earth and back. But Sherlock was his normal busy-busy self. It was as if he was saying, "It was scary but it is over and everyone is fine now so let's play." What a lesson to learn from my dog! "Crisis averted, let's play!" I am grateful.
"The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow." --H.G. Wells