Everything turned out ok in the end.
Rosie the Wonder Mutt scared the bejeezus out of us last night. She was lying on the floor, Tom was rubbing her head, and she had a seizure. Why these things don’t happen at 11 am on a Monday morning instead of 5 pm on a Sunday night is beyond me. I got her to the emergency vet, they checked her out, took blood, and she’s totally fine. It’s either just one of those things, or she has lesions on her brain that we can only find if we do an MRI. Sorry Rosie, no MRI. So we just watch her and take note of anything unusual.
She’s taking it easy today, which is hard to tell, given she’s part Basset and her schedule reads something like this:
7:00 am ramble around the house until someone feeds me
7:15 go outside, sniff, pee, sniff, go to back door and look pathetic until someone lets me back in
7:21 finish eating
7:22 drink contents of water bowl, look pathetic until someone refills it
7:23 chase the two short creatures
7:25 get belly rub
7:30 lie on the floor, look pathetic until someone rubs my head
7:45 vacuum up the remnants of short creatures’ breakfast
8:00 follow mom upstairs, lie outside bathroom door while she gets cleaned up
8:50 follow older short creature out the door to school
9:00-3:35 lie on the floor, look pathetic until someone rubs my head, follow mom around
3:35-5:00 chase short creatures, get belly rubs, lie on the floor, look pathetic until someone rubs my head
5:16 finish eating
5:17 drink contents of water bowl, look pathetic until someone refills it
5:18-7:00 vacuum up remnants of short creatures’ dinner, chase short creatures, follow mom around, lie on the floor, look pathetic until someone rubs my head
7:00-10:00 lie on the couch next mom and dad, look pathetic until someone rubs my head
10:00 go pee
10:05 get treat, go into crate, sleep, howling optional
So I’m just gonna baby her today, not that I don’t on any other given day, but today especially. And tomorrow the little chubster is changing dog foods; she gained four pounds since joining us over Labor Day weekend. Poor thing refused to get up on the scale last night, and didn’t find it particularly funny that I told her “at least they’re not putting you in stirrups, babe!”
And I hope to God she doesn’t seize again. That was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.