drama with the Italian Greyhound

What do you do when your dog is stung by a bee?
In this case - panic!
I don't know who had the most palpitations - Luce (the italian greyhound) or me.
Phil, one of our fellow business owners appeared at the door saying something was wrong with Luce. He'd been reclining in the $5.00 dollar basket - as he does - when Phil and Sandy noticed he'd suddenly leapt up and disappeared. Following they'd found him on the footpath. Wobbly, panting.
Interested parties on the increase. The dog is popular.
Given Luce's record of rabid reaction to almost anything and everything - i got my bottom off it's post quicker than a flea in flight.
Calling shotgun to Ms Justy (my offline friend referred to in an earlier post - read, read, read i exhort you my friends!)
Clutching panting hound to breast - no you ejjits - it wasn't my breasts he was panting over. Well, yes he was panting over them to be the pedant, but not panting about them....Lordy, give me strength with the blogerati
Ms Justy says "give me the keys and go". But first Ms Justy went looking and came back with a bee in a bottle. Poor bee. Not very well. The bee, pour soul had obviously been sharing the $5.00 basket with Luce. Neither of them particularly benefiting from the experience.
Vet time.
I have a sense of resignation about Luce and vet bills.
A bit like my sense of resignation about husband(ry) and happiness.
There's no point fighting the inevitable.
Some time later, the hound and i returned to base. Hound fine. He's back out on the turn already, toured his fan club, looking for treats, avoiding the bee basket and recumbent in his favourite afternoon sunning spot.