February 25, 2006
Speak had a seizure today. And I don't mean he stole my rope and ran off with it. Well, he did that, too, but he also had a seizure. He seems fine now, but it's pretty scary stuff. He may try to fight me all the time and thinks he's all that, but I still like my (little) big brother.
It happened this afternoon when Speak was sitting in the front hall. Abby looked up and all of a sudden Speak wasn't walking on one front leg and one back leg and his head was shaking. Abby called him over and he responded, so he wasn't out of it, but he kept shaking. She picked him up and called Kevin and they tried calling the vet and rudely locked me in my kennel--apparently they didn't need the services of the only one in the house able to communicate with Speak.
After a few minutes Speak stopped shaking, jumped off the couch (apparently he had regained the use of his limbs), and ran up stairs--presumably to mock me for being locked in my kennel.
Abby called one of her dog trainer friends (I like them, their pockets smell like tasty) and it sounds like Speak will be all right. It could just be a fluke thing, unless it happens again--in which case Speak will have to go in for some tests. But for now he seems fine, soaking up all the attention he can get. Which makes me wonder if the whole thing was a ruse to steal attention away from the new puppy and get pampered the rest of the day. If it is a ruse I'm going to eat his breakfast tomorrow.
October 13, 2003
You know, this is getting a bit ridiculous. First they slice me open and do unspeakable things. Then they stick a lampshade on my head. Then they duct tape some contraption to my head -- and let me tell you, manilla and vanilla may sound alike, but they don't taste it -- and now they found an even bigger cone to stick on my head. I didn't think it was possible, but this just keeps getting worse.
How 'bout a pity comment?
October 12, 2003
Could someone please tell me what I did to deserve this? It's as if yesterday's mockery wasn't enough.
October 11, 2003
October 10, 2003
Today I went to the vet. Let's just say that after Lance called me "man," he corrected himself and called me "buddy."