Since my kids left home, I have become the crazy lady on the dog training shows who talks baby talk and kisses her dog on the mouth. You just want to reach into the TV and slap some sense into them.
My dog gets chicken breast strips as a reward for peeing! If he poops, I look at the pile as if it were a round-trip ticket to Fiji and enthusiastically say, “Look what you made me!” It’s not that different from when I was potty training the kids and had the M&Ms handy for that breakthrough moment. But if I’m going down for riding the canine crazy train, I’m taking my friend with me. She has a Great Dane who gets venison and beaver meat dog food.
By the way, while doing research for this blog, I found a website that sells the 2011 Dog Poop Calendar: perfect for that office party gift exchange this Christmas. But I digress.
Tuesday, Colt had a mild seizure. I am proud to say that I did not leap over the coffee table and sprint to his side (not that I could do either without having to change my underwear). I didn’t break the sound barrier driving him to the vet’s. I merely called my veterinarian, explained the situation, calmly listened to his assessment, hung up the phone, and freaked out. Happily, I was able to maintain a calm appearance as I soiled myself.
Sure, he may never have another seizure. That didn’t stop me from canceling all appointments, snuggling with the dog all night on the sofa, and keeping him with me when I went to the bathroom. God help us if he sneezes.
If I’ve learned anything from this, it’s that I can differentiate between people emergencies and dog emergencies, I should probably knock off the mouth kissing, and I really want the dog poop calendar for our Red Hat Christmas party.
I feel your pain, Karla. Martin can tell you how I am about my critters.
Everyone assures me that it’s not a big deal. It probably would be if it was their dog.
Ouch…although i know people who dolt all over their animals that did not have seizures so at least you have a reason.
“Dolted” I like that word.
Dolted?
How old is your baby? I mean dog. Not to scare you but if he’s elderly… Ah, you’re already freaked out… We never did the lip kiss thing, but had to break it to our human child that K-9 was not her real brother, adopted or otherwise, in an effort to soften the inevitable blow. Been there, done that, very sorry.
Oh no Karla!! I hope Colt is feeling okay and that this won’t happen again – that must have been so scary for the both of you. I’ve heard that Dogs can predict seizures in humans so maybe you can get another dog to train to predict dog seizures? Or you can just give Colt a spanking and say “Hey, why didn’t you warn me that I should have put on Depends this morning???”
Seriously tho, hope the two of you are okay.