While recovering my friends’ Jeep on Bald Mountain, The Girl was doing her usual puttering around the area. She managed to find, and engage, a small rattlesnake. She was bitten twice on the muzzle, both bites hitting chin and upper lip.
One of our party told me that she heard “buzzing” in the distance about the time Sera came to me, shaking her head and pawing at her face.
“Let me see” I told her. She patiently allowed me to check her face. At first, the marks seemed too far apart to be a snakebite. But, as I processed what happened, I realized that the snake’s bite must not have been horizontal when it struck her, but turned about 90ยบ.
I headed in the direction of the buzzing, although I could not hear it.
“Be careful!” my friend called out. The other member of our party caught and restrained Sera as I searched for the snake. When I headed that way to investigate, Sera wanted to accompany me (or course).
When I got closer, I could hear the snake. I found it under some brush and it looked like a small (juvenile) Great Basin Rattlesnake.
It was a bit more than a year ago that The Girl had her first encounter with a rattlesnake. I did not think her life was in danger, but I also knew this was serious. I needed to get her out of there and in medical care.
After a bit of wrangling, with me not wanting to leave my friends stranded on the trail, I elected to leave them to finish reloading the Jeep and I headed down the mountain with The Girl. I paused when I noticed my iPhone indicated it had a decent signal and looked for a vet clinic in Yerington. But after a couple of minutes decided I could spend time sitting and searching or just call the clinic in Gardnerville and move that way. So, I called, gave my report, and the clerk told me she would advise the team I was on my way.
It was difficult to keep my speed down on the rough trail down the mountain. But, I knew it would take a lot longer if I broke a tire and did my best. Once off the trail and back on high-speed dirt roads, I moved. After all those years living on the county roads of Phelps County, Missouri, I know how to drive fast on gravel.
When we hit Wellington, the clinic called and I advised them I was about an hour out. She asked me again where I was, “I’m just passing the post office in Wellington,” I replied. “I will call when I’m five-minutes out.”
The highway was pretty clear and what traffic the was moved reasonably quickly. I noticed some swelling that started near the bite site was moving along Sera’s jaw line toward her throat. This gave me some concern that she might suffer from a restricted airway, but there was nothing in my kit to treat this kind of need.
We pressed on.
I called when we were about five-minutes out and advised my ETA. “Do you need assistance bringing her in?” I was asked.
“She is awake and responsive, so only maybe.”
In a few minutes I pulled into the emergency parking spot and an attendant brought out a gurney, but Sera was ambulatory so she just picked Sera up, chest hugged her, and carried her in. I followed with the gurney.
Then the situation was out of my hands and in the care of the medical team. I handled the check-in and chatted with the clerks.
They put me in a room and the vet came in to talk to me about the treatment plan. Then a technician came in to give me an estimate of the cost and take my deposit. Yes, the clinic now requires a deposit before they will treat.
Then there was nothing for me to do, so I headed home. I dropped off the broken tire at my friends’ place and went home, concerned about The Girl.
My friends called a bit later to see if I still wanted supper. “Yes!” So we had supper together and discussed the weekend. Our experience is a fact-of-life if one is going to spend time outdoors on the trail. There will be broken bits of equipment. There can be/will be medical emergencies.
I was called Monday morning by the clinic and Sera’s blood work was normal and she was ready to be retrieved. So, I finished my walk downtown (in Carson), returned home, cleaned up, and headed down to Gardnerville to pick her up.
When I got there, she was her normal self — ready to be out of the clinic and to go home with me. Her neck was really swollen and she looked like a toad about to croak. But I was glad to have her back.
Tuesday morning I offered her a walk and we headed out from the house to walk a little in town. After a quarter-mile, I could tell she was tiring. So, we reversed and returned home. She got back on her mat on the sofa and went to sleep.
I had a field walk scheduled for Wednesday and we headed out towards Truckee, California to the site about 0800h. She nibble a bite of my breakfast sandwich and looked excited to be out and about. I kept an eye on her and she seemed normal. But, I called her in regularly because I did not want her to overdo the exercise.
Thursday we walked one of our regular trails up near Spooner Summit and then returned home. I noticed a couple patches of mottled or spider-webbed skin on her chest. But she seemed alright otherwise.
Friday morning, late, she was not feeling well. So I called the clinic and they scrambled to get us an appointment, but got us a slot at 1920h. I was very concerned about The Girl because she was just not doing well. The swelling was down, but there was something else going on. Her blood work checked out OK and the vet looked at her skin. They sent me home with an antibiotic and direction to watch her. It was a late night and we did not get home until 2200h.
Saturday morning I could not get her to eat much, take her medicine, or drink much. I immediately called the vet and they got me an appointment for 1430h. Sera did not seem well at all and I was afraid that she was seriously ill.
When we arrived, they put us in an examination room and after a few minutes the vet came in (same one we had seen Friday). She checked Sera’s vitals and then took her for a blood test, which was normal. She returned a few minutes later with the news that Sera was most likely reacting to the antivenin with inflammation. She checked for anaphylactic shock, but there were no indications thereof.
So, the treatment plan was hydration (subcutaneous), antihistamine, and a steroid. They treated Sera and released her to me with direction for administering the medication.
By the time we got home (about a half-hour), Sera was feeling much better. The antihistamine/steroid was already working to relieve her system. She went to her water bowl and drank well. She nibbled at some chicken and kibbles. Then she got another drink and went to her favorite place — her mat under my worktable.
As I write this, I believe that Sera has turned the corner. She is on the mend, I think. But, I also think that she cannot afford another rattlesnake encounter. I am making plans for her to do an aversion training and located a trainer. I will be very careful with her where there can be rattlesnakes until the cold comes and they hibernate. Our walks will need to be in areas where she is highly unlikely to encounter a snake or on-lead.
I hope I am right about her recovery. She is still young, only about five-years old. I will know in a few more days if this treatment will work. In the meantime, I will continue to care for her, love her, and enjoy her company.
There was not much besides caring for her and work the last few days. There was not much of anything else, including photography or radio play.
Yet, I remain grateful. As hard as this was for me, emotionally, I am grateful for God’s gifts. These include The Girl, who is the love of my life. Life is good.
