Poor
Mutt
Last night the dog started hyper ventilating - 1 breath a second by my reckonings - and we’d been out so it’s anyone’s guess when she started, but at 11:15pm I decided it was time to call the vet in to check this out.

Just waiting now to see what the outcome is, but the duck that she ate earlier might have something to do with it. The thing is, even if she has got something lodged, this is not necessarily the least of my worries now. When the vet checked her out he found a heart murmer - a cystolic heart murmer to be precise; her heart is not pumping quite as well as it should be but you wouldn’t know it to look at her.
Holiday is booked for Saturday. Scooby, you have great timing ;-)
Update: Had a call back from the vets and she does have a heart problem. It turns out that she has a diseased heart valve in the atrium and rather like a saloon door in the old westerns, it’s flapping back and forth instead of going only one way and, consequently, blood is coming back the wrong way. As a result, the chamber has increased in size to accommodate the extra volume of blood but it will only do so up to a point. After that point, things will get trickier. The vet thinks that she will need to stay on medication, and she could have between 1-2 years in her. Scooby doesn’t know this, of course, and is behaving as if she’s a 2-year-old still.