This message came to the FBRN volunteer listserv. It was written by an M.D., one of our own volunteers, about an experience she had, not with a foster, but with her own Frenchie, Cosette. Though it's far more likely that most of our readers are contending with Frenchies who won't go outside in the snow than Frenchies who might get too hot, we felt this story should be shared. We know we won't forget it over the long months before summer rolls around again. We'll never forget it.
"Maybe I should have known it could happen to me, but I never thought about it.....Yesterday I almost lost my first baby, our heart dog, Cosette.
It's a story that could happen to any of us and that is why I am going to share it. It's a little long......
Yesterday here in Florida, it was a beautiful day (like today) - not that hot, say 75-80 degrees (yeah, that's "not so hot" here) and sunny. I was doing yard work at a rental property we own about an hour from here. I had taken Cosette with me for some private time with Mommy. She is such a good dog. You can leave her off the leash in the yard and she won't run off.
In the brushy field next door she found a big rubbery green ball - big like a beach ball - way too big for her to get into her mouth. Cosette is ball crazy, she chased this ball all over the yard for maybe 15-20 minutes. I finally had to take it away
from her because she was panting so hard. I gave her some water, she flopped down in the shade on the driveway.
She kept panting pretty hard, so I put her in the car with the A/C on high. I went back to putzing around the yard. 15 minutes or so later, I went to check on her....she is GASPING for air in the passenger seat, there is vomit and mucous all over the car. Her tongue is bluish purple. Now I'm freaking. I am an hour from home in a strange town, it's Friday afternoon about 2:30 WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!!!???!!!!
I grab her up, she is limp like a rag doll. I run around the side of the house to the hose. I lie her in the grass and turn on the water. She looks terrible, gasping, blue, ribs barely moving, glassy stare...I have to wait forever for cold water to come through the hose...damn Florida sun. I hose her down and rub her.
My mind is racing - I just barely know how to get to the main roads from here, much less know where a vet is who might happen to be open on Friday afternoon.
I throw her back into the passenger seat and take off cell phone in hand, A/C on full blast. I'm on the phone & driving fast, closest ER vet doesn't answer the phone, 2nd vet closed, 3rd vet closed...Cosette is getting quieter, but her chest is barely moving and with every breath her flews ruffle. All of a sudden I see a sign for a vet...I tear across 3 lanes of traffic and then run the red light to turn in.
THEY'RE OPEN!!!! I don't know if the vet is in...I grab Cosette and run in. I must have looked very distressed because everyone stopped what they were doing. I
said "My dog is having trouble breathing". The one girl took her from me right away and rushed her into the back. THE VET IS IN!!!!!!!
I finally sit down, shaking and near tears. The vet was wonderful, the office was clean and his staff was so friendly. At first he wasn't sure what was going on...poisoning? ?? she could have eaten something over in the field, I don't know, did she vomit and aspirate???....Oh, God, none of this is good. they draw blood, start an IV, give her meds, do x-rays and put her in the oxygen crate. Her temp was 103.5 - not too bad, but maybe it was higher before I hosed her down and ran the A/C with all the vents pointed at her.
After all the results come in, we discover that Cosette is in pulmonary edema - she has water in her lungs and was going into shock. The vet has given her a diuretic to start pulling the fluid off...her oxygen levels which were very low are coming up in the oxygen crate.
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?? We think she panted so hard that she obstructed her own airway. I had never heard of this. If you tug too hard trying to breathe against a closed airway, it can cause "Negative pressure pulmonary edema". I know this can happen to humans after anesthesia, but in a healthy dog??? this was news to me.
Look it up, it's called Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome or Brachycephalic Airway
Obstructive Syndrome. BAS is just another cross our poor Frenchies (and Pugs, Bostons, King Charles Cavaliers, English bulls, etc.) have to bear AND one I didn't know about.
We were lucky -- so INCREDIBLY lucky in many ways. Cosette was dying -- I could see it. As I was driving I was wondering how I could do CPR on her, drive at the same time and call for help, too. We found a vet just in time and he was a good vet.
We are blessed. Cosette responded very well to the drugs. As they were getting ready to close, he left her IV in, gave me syringes drawn up with another dose of a broncho-dilator and a diuretic in case she needed it before I could get her to another vet and off I went with my baby.
She is fine today. She has been at our sides every minute since. We even let her sleep between us in bed last night (that was a first!!!).
I'm sorry this has gone on so long, but if it could happen to us...
Hold your Frenchies tight and give them kisses for us..."
Please, don't allow your Frenchies to overheat! Don't even allow them to play too hard for too long a time. This is exactly the sort of thing that can happen to anyone, and we know we had never heard of this condition. Thank you to our volunteer for sharing this story and the information. We are so happy that this story ended well. Please tell your friends who have brachycephalic breeds to be aware of Brachycephalic Airway Syndrome, and to be watchful.
Take care of yourselves, and take care of your dear Frenchies!
The Frog Princess
Photo 1: Cosette, la Reine! (the queen!)
Photo 2: Cosette, sitting pretty
Photo 3: Cosette, coming home with IV
Photo 4: Cosette, high 5 with IV
Photo 5: Cosette, Maxine and Roman Bullansky
Good Morning and a Merry Christmas to you from all of us at FBRN! Here is our darling Lucy Lou wearing the footie pajamas one of our volunteers made just especially to fit her special figure. 
Here is FBRN grad Marty Crackers, last seen on the blog keeping his youthful figure in a track suit on his personal treadmill. His new family took him to the Quakertown Santa Paws, where Marty was a big hit with the ladies. He also tried to eat Santa's beard, but the less said about that, the better. (Note to Marty: Santa is the guy who brings the presents! Don't make him mad!)
We're going to miss Clyde who has spent about three months with us while he patiently awaited his new home, but we're happy for him to have found his own personal veterinarian to take care of his every need. Happy 4th birthday Clyde!"
We are all agog at this boy's beautiful piedness, his clear-eyed gaze, and his svelte figure.
His name is Gumpie, for Bubba Gump, and he has come to FBRN after having been stolen and recovered. Sadly, during his time away from home an earlier injury appears to have been aggravated, and he has been having problems now with bowel and bladder control. 
She loved to stand in the
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We will draw the curtain here, and tell you only that the uncanny, hairy, scaly thing will nevermore frighten an unwary Frenchie. Cornbread has saved us all.
Hazel was picked up strolling the streets of Southern Florida. She was deaf and sick and she came very close to dying of canine influenza. Hazel spent two weeks in isolation at the veterinary hospital and then in foster care recovering from the stress of homelessness and flu and then looking for a family willing to provide the time and commitment to learn to train and live with a hearing impaired Frenchie.
Hazel is living in Maine with a married couple and their Boxer girl, Roxy. Hazel and Roxy have jobs supervising the employees (Mom and Dad) at the family-owned business. 
from her because she was panting so hard. I gave her some water, she flopped down in the shade on the driveway. 
Obstructive Syndrome. BAS is just another cross our poor Frenchies (and Pugs, Bostons, King Charles Cavaliers, English bulls, etc.) have to bear AND one I didn't know about.
We are all very deeply distressed at this loss, and we are all very fervently hoping for a better understanding and more effective treatment of seizure disorders in Frenchies. 
He will be living as an only dog with two tough Texas kitties, Buffy and Jeremy. We hear they plan to give him pointers on roping and riding and all kinds of Texas pasttimes.
When his new family came to get him, LaRue met them and looked them over. LaRue has always been a deliberate sort of dog, not one of your glad-handing types. He considered them, and he pondered for a little while, and then in the way of happy Frenchies everywhere, he commenced to grab his toys, prance around and show off his treasures to his new friends. 
His family reports that LaRue slept nearly all the way home, except for potty breaks. He showed no interest in the changing landscape or his surroundings; he just wanted to get back in the car and go! He'd heard all about the great state of Texas and what was in store for him in his new home, and after his months of rehabilitation and socialization in foster care, he was in an all-fired hurry to get there. And according to his family's first note, he is settling in just fine.
Pixie asks us, plaintively: Why can't people and dogs agree to disagree on the question of what constitutes clean? Why can't we come to an understanding of the cultural differences embedded in our ways of life? Why must an innocent sleeping dog be snatched from a comfy nap and slapped into a cold and unwelcoming basin on a mere whim?
Pixie's willing to give a little on this. She might understand a dunking and a bit of a scrub and a rub-a-dub-dub if she were to encounter the stripey black stink. She might even allow that comfort levels may vary when it comes to the lovely fragrances of decaying groundhog or goose droppings. 
So ends the horrible, the unjust and infamous Tale of the Tub.
We are calling her Sadie. She's a funny girl! When she first came to us, she'd lost her voice and only squeaked, but she has recovered her bark, now, and joins in the doggy chorus at her foster home when the palm leaves rustle with iguanas or a gator slides into the swimming pool. Her foster mom says she has a bunch of cute little ways.
Sadie is a velcro girl, and she loves to nestle by her person on the couch. In the bed at night, Sadie keeps the boogie man away by falling asleep with her paw touching her person. When morning comes, her foster mom wakes up to find Sadie's head on her chest, big Frenchie eyes gazing into hers and a very, very gentle pat, pat, pat on her arm with a little white paw. She doesn't give kisses very often, and almost never on request, but she'll steal up on you and stealthily sneak a smoochie-smooch when it's least expected! 
Sadie has a few health issues: She takes an inexpensive medication twice a week for a mild case of incontinence, and she is in the very early stages of kidney disease. Her vet says she'll live a long, full life with the help of a special diet.
"Here is how to live like a princess.
Hey! Where is that darn masseuse anyway?"
You'll remember Ellie as one of the NC10 dogs rescued from a puppy mill in North Carolina last year. She and her family went on vacation in the Great Smoky Mountains this summer. With winter fast approaching in many parts of the world and already squatting over others, we thought it would be nice to think back 3 months to when the mosquitos were thick as snowflakes and the air was steamy and moist. Her mom sent us this note:
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