Over the last few weeks Kiwi has been experiencing a few allergic reactions. Some swelling, a rash and hives are all cause for concern.
And so, as with any sickness, he was having daily check-ins.
I nominated myself for one of his check-ins.
I arrived at his place just after 5pm and he greeted me with the barking of a healthy pup! Phew.
I let him out for a walk and checked his ears and abdomen for any signs of further reactions. There were none and with errands to run I left him in his home.
Two hours later I returned to pick him up.
Up the stairs I went.
l fumbled with the keys and called his name.
I opened the door. It was pitch black. I called out to Kiwi again.
I started panicking. What if he had a reaction while I was away. What if he DIED, what would I tell my friend!
I frantically felt around for the light switch in the entry way.
I quickly stepped out of my boots and moved to the kitchen, slapping the walls as I went, looking for a switch.
l continued calling for Kiwi in the dark. Where was the lousy light switch! I found it in the dining room.
And there he was.
Curled up on the top of the couch.
Wagging his tail.
l wanted to SQMEEZE him!