<p style="text-align:center;"><em>A guest blog from Chicken Wrangler Sara</em></p>
Bella, dachshund chicken watcher extraordinaire, has keep life interesting around the urban farm for the past two weeks. 

First, a bee  stung her on the foot. This would not have been a big problem except that she somehow acquired Beekeeper Brian’s allergy to bees. Rachel took her to the vet where they gave her Benadryl and made sure there were no other symptoms.

Bella slept off the effects of her bee sting encounter in her favorite chair.<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella2.jpg"><a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella2.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2264" alt="bella2" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella2.jpg?w=300" width="300" height="225" /></a></a>

Then a few days later, I was at lunch with Beekeeper Brian when Rachel called asking me to meet her at the vet ASAP. Bella was shaking all over and drooling – symptoms that looked like a seizure. 

Since Marv, our big dog, has suffered from seizures most of his life, Rachel is well acquainted with doggie seizures. I left immediately, but a road closure cause somewhat of a delayed.

In my directionally challenged world, another (read <i>different</i>) way is always longer and in the wrong direction. I only know one way to get places, and since the road I knew to go down was blocked, I had to find another way. And, of course, I had to stop for every red light along the way. 

I desperately wanted to get to the vet’s office in case something happened to Bella. While Beekeeper Brian and I were in Colorado last summer, Rachel had to take our chocolate lab to the vet for the last time. I didn’t want her to be in that position again with Bella.

When I finally rushed into the office, Rachel and Bella were sitting in the front room waiting for me to pay.

Bella was fine. The vet determined she swallowed a bee (I added another verse to the song - <i>I know a dumb dachshund who swallowed a bee</i>).

With the Benadryl, Bella slept soundly in her favorite chair.<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella2.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-2264 aligncenter" alt="bella2" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella2.jpg?w=300" width="300" height="225" /></a>

She now has her own bottle of Benadryl in the kitchen cabinet.

This week she has managed to avoid the bees, thankfully. She did run under our bed instead of into her kennel one night. We could not coax her out until the next morning. Never did figure out what that was all what.

Then yesterday I walked the dogs after it had rained all morning, Bella managed to find every puddle to walk through. Her puddle jumping reminded me of my small children days – the puddles as well as the frantic trips to the doctor.

I’m afraid while the children outgrew their frantic trips to the doctor and puddle jumping, Bella will never outgrow this stage. Fortunately, she is very cute and so we tolerate her idiosyncrasies.

<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella.jpg"><img class="alignright size-large wp-image-2265" alt="bella" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/bella.jpg?w=500" width="500" height="375" /></a>
<p style="text-align:center;">Don't you agree?</p>