White Dog touched her forehead to Bailey's. "You are the last pup standing, as they say. I have no advice to give you. It is too late to isolate yourself. Maybe the usual drink lots of fluids and spend as much time out in the fresh air as you can. I would say consider masking as well."
Bailey walked over and shoved her head under my arm asking me to rub her ears. I turned to look and held her face in my hands. "Is that a runny nose? Let me listen to your chest." She sounded clear in the lungs but nasally congested. "I hope it is allergies not sickies," I told her.
Meanwhile poor Opal let go a aria of coughing that sounded like something Wagner might have imagined. Fortunately she is not experiencing the gacking Roman has had. Dr. Julia's office is closed on Wednesdays, of course. She started after breakfast with a few scattered hacks and she slept next to me almost all afternoon. By dinner it was clear that Our Sparkling Girl's shine was dimmed because she felt unwell.
"First thing in the morning, Baby Girl," I told her, "I will call Dr. Julia's office. She may want to see you but dad has time to get you there and matched to the right medication. Your sister, Bailey may or may not be joining you depending on what happens with her congestion. Since the weekend is soon upon us I want to be sure we are prepared."
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