Su­per Bax­ter

Amanda’s new heroic puppy saved her daugh­ter’s life…

Pick Me Up! Special - - News - Amanda Good­man 33, Hous­ton Ren­frew­shire

Cradling the bun­dle of yel­low fluff, I felt such love for the tiny puppy who was nap­ping peace­fully in my warm arms.

From the moment we laid eyes on a new born Bax­ter, we knew he was a spe­cial lit­tle puppy. He had the kind­est face and cheeky lit­tle lop­sided walk that in­stantly melted ev­ery­one’s heart.

As he set­tled into our fam­ily, each one of us grew to adore him, es­pe­cially Olivia, six. ‘Mummy, Bax­ter wants his nails painted and his hair done too,’ she would of­ten say. ‘I’m sure he doesn’t want that dar­ling. All the boy dogs will laugh at him in the park!’ We had Bax­ter al­most from the day he was born, and the girls, Olivia and So­phie, four, were es­pe­cially fond of him. Then in Novem­ber 2015, Olivia’s school rang. She had a fever and needed to be col­lected. Grab­bing my keys and a jacket, I hopped in the car to go and res­cue my sick lit­tle one.

‘Mummy I don’t feel very well,’ she said as soon as I got to the sick bay of her pri­mary school. Look­ing at her poor lit­tle face, I could tell she re­ally meant it. She was clammy and pale.

‘Come on, pop­pet. Let’s get you home for some rest and lots of cud­dles,’ I said, scoop­ing her up and thank­ing the school nurse.

Once home, I set­tled her on our lovely squishy sofa in the liv­ing room so I could keep an eye on her.

She fell asleep quickly all snug­gled up with her favourite blan­ket and tucked in for warmth. As she still looked poorly,

I de­cided to sit on the other sofa to watch over her as she slept.

I made a cuppa and set­tled down with a spot of af­ter­noon TV.

I hadn’t been sat down long when nine-mon­thold Bax­ter started to act very odd. ‘Get down, you daft brush,’ I said, tap­ping his bum lightly with my hand. He jumped off the sofa but then started moan­ing, nuz­zling his snout into my leg.

Then he jumped up with his paws on Olivia and started whim­per­ing.

I started shout­ing at him to be quiet be­cause Olivia was sleep­ing.

But then he went over and looked at her and started moan­ing and bark­ing again.

The more I was telling him to be quiet, the more ag­i­tated he got. Even­tu­ally his paws got caught in her blan­ket and he pulled the cov­ers off of her.

When I went over to put them back on, I re­alised her face was in the pil­low and there was vomit sur­round­ing her face.

‘Olivia!’ I shrieked. I heaved her up on to my lap while Bax­ter leapt fran­ti­cally, try­ing to lick her face. ‘Bax­ter, no! Get down!’ I tried shoo­ing him off, but he kept leap­ing back up.

Olivia’s eyes rolled into her head, so I knew from ex­pe­ri­ence she was go­ing into a seizure. Her lips were all blue. I was ter­ri­fied. Olivia’s suf­fered from febrile con­vul­sions since the age of two. It’s a com­mon con­di­tion and seizures can hap­pen when chil­dren have a high fever. But I’d never seen her so out of it. Shak­ing, I called for an am­bu­lance. I sat out­side in the rain as we waited for the am­bu­lance, brush­ing the rain wa­ter through her hair to keep her cool and bring her tem­per­a­ture down.

Fi­nally we were taken to the Glas­gow’s Queen El­iz­a­beth Uni­ver­sity Hos­pi­tal where she was given blood tests and an IV drip with parac­eta­mol.

She still hadn’t come round and it took five hours be­fore she was con­scious again.

When she even­tu­ally opened her eyes, the first thing she said was, ‘Mummy, can I have some crisps?’ It was such a re­lief to hear that lit­tle voice again and de­spite ev­ery­thing it re­ally made me smile. The whole or­deal was re­ally dif­fi­cult with­out my hus­band Ste­wart, 37, and even harder for him when he found out about it. He works on an oil rig, so he had to travel for 24 hours be­fore he could make it back to be with us. Olivia has al­ways been a huge daddy’s girl. He loves her with all his heart, and when he fi­nally made it home, he wouldn’t let her go for ages. As I was ex­plain­ing what had hap­pened, I said to Ste­wart: ‘Bax­ter saved her life.

He knew some­thing wasn’t right and would not leave her alone. He was amaz­ing!’

Af­ter spend­ing the night in hos­pi­tal, Olivia was al­lowed home to an ea­gerly await­ing Bax­ter.

My neigh­bour Paul, who’d been in to look af­ter him said: ‘Your dog’s gone crazy.

He’s been jump­ing from couch to couch wor­ried sick about her since you left.’

As soon as they were re­united, Bax­ter was so happy to see Olivia alive and well.

His tail was wag­ging con­stantly and he re­fused to leave her side.

And he pretty much hasn’t left her side since.

He even sleeps next to her now and waits at the win­dow for her to get home from school.

When she comes through the door, she al­ways says: ‘My boy Bax­ter’ in greet­ing as she gives him a huge cud­dle.

I know they’ll be friends for life.


The pair are in­sep­a­ra­ble

Bax­ter even won an an­i­mal hero award

Wor­ry­ing or­deal

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