That Was Close!

  Yesterday, Phoebe seemed a bit off.  She had a touch of diarrhea over the week-end but I wasn't concerned.  She had been to the vet last week for updates on all her shots.  The vet also thought she needed to add a couple of pounds so we've increased her food.   As usual after an exam, Phoebe was plied with treats so some tummy upset wouldn't be alarming.
  Yesterday morning, though, Phoebe was reluctant to get off her cot for breakfast.  She ate well but just stood by her bowl afterwards with her head hanging.  I decided she needed to come into the house for a thorough going-over.  She slowly walked to the back door, her feet literally dragging in the grass.  This was definitely not like Phoebe!  Usually, as soon as she sees she's headed inside, she races for the door, impatient for me to catch up.
  Once inside, Phoebe did try to detour by the cat's bowl for a snack (a good sign) but didn't make an attempt to get up on the grooming table for me.  I hoisted her up and took her temperature--normal.  I ran my hands over her, looking for any bumps or bites--nothing.  Checked her mouth--just her pearly whites, no irritation or inflammation.
  She had some dirty spots and her coat had a couple of mats.  I misted her with grooming spray and gave her a nice brush out.  That perked her up!  A treat for being so good on the grooming table was gobbled up and made her tail swish a few times.  I lifted her off the table, gave her another tiny piece of treat and she danced a bit.  I decided to let her stay in the house for the morning as I knew what was wrong with her--she was starting with a case of the prima donna's!  I needed to nip this in the bud before it became full blown!
  I've had to re-arrange kennel assignments and Phoebe has recently been rooming with Dixie.  Dixie was bred in March and we keep watching for signs that it was successful, which means she gets lots of attention.  Jackson went to the winery with us Saturday, Sophie has received extra attention lately and this clearly does not sit well with Phoebe.  She had shown some discontent on Tuesday when the weather was nice enough for a play day.  Jackson knocked into her during some rough and tumble play with Lauren.  Phoebe gave me an "ugh, dogs" look but she does that frequently so I didn't pay too much attention to it.  I guess I should have though!  Happily, a day inside, extra attention and a couple of treats was the remedy Phoebe needed.  By dinner time, she was ready to go back into the kennel, her bout with the prima donna's over and forgotten!