Still a puppy

Right before the dinner hour in our household last night, lil Izzy began to pant and whine pitifully and constantly. What was she trying to tell us?? Maybe she was too hot (I know we were!). Lise tried wetting her down. Fran and I tried to get her to lick ice cubes. Then N and Lise made the decision to head to Love Love and take her with them in the air conditioned car. When they returned with dinner she was whining even more, plus she was acting a little drunk or reluctantly sedated.
It was about that time that Fran made a discovery on the bathroom floor. A half chewed up prescription patch. When she had removed her patches that morning, the used up ones didn't make it into the trash and somehow (with a cat's help perhaps?) one of them ended up on the floor and that's where Izzy found it.
We all panicked and thought we were about to lose this sweet puppy to our carelessness. Fran looked up the addresses of the after hours vet hospitals in town. Then N and I grabbed Izzy and motored down Commercial. How can someplace so close take so long to get to?
Such good people at that clinic! They reacted quickly and by the time Izzy had chomped down some of their wet dog food laced with activated charcoal, her symptoms were nearly gone. Such a relief! They sent us home with more activated charcoal and more wet dog food. Plus they typed up a list of things to look for and after letting us know they would be open until 9 PM, they gave us a print-out and directions to the after hours vet hospital on Market.