I had my 31 week appointment on Friday. I gained 8 lbs. Yep, 8. I expressed my concerns and explained how I haven't changed my eating patterns in the last month and couldn't understand why I suddenly gained so much weight. They checked the results of my glucose test and found the reason. My sugar was 74. Meaning I am just slightly above being considered hypoglycemic.
Apparently this means my body is storing the carbs for sugar, which is why I gained so much. They want me to cut my carb intake in half (GAH!) and increase my protein. And eat every hour or two. And I thought eating every 3 hours was hard! Now I have to eat every hour ot two AND make it low on carbs. Yikes. I love carbs. They're my life. So, I need some healthy snack options that are low in carbs and high in protein. And don't you tell me nuts!
I eat peanut butter. But I generally don't enjoy nuts. I will eat them sometimes, but I won't actively pursue them. Not my style.
Moose had her appointment a few hours after mine. She amazed me. Not in a good way.
This dog walks everywhere off leash. I use a leash when we walk through town, but only because it is the law and George worries that something could startle her or another dog could come along that we don't know, or that something quirky could happen. But we were running late for the vet, so I forgot a leash. Bad Mama.
My mom went ot the vet with us since George had to sleep for work and I needed moral support in case something happened.
When we got out of the car, Moose walked right up to the door, sniffed and booked it! I shouted her commands, and she still ran back to the car and didn't look back. She does not like the stinky vet. So, we had to go in and get a cheap leash from the vet and drag her to the door. Then she wouldn't step up for the 1 step to go inside. Normally, when I am not pregnant, I will lift this dog like a toddler and carry her. But I am pregnant and would probably pull every muscle in my body if I did that right now. So, my mom lifted Moose's front feet inside the door. and I heard "God damn! How the hell..." and some grunting from just that. Apparently, Moose isn't easy to lift anymore. And my mom is a strong woman. I guess she just isn't used to lifting my baby.
Then we get inside and Moose tried to run back out! What the HELL? This is not my dog. The techs were awesome though and got us inside a room right away to calm her down. Then we had to weigh her. Normally, I could have got Moose on the scale and said "sit" and had an easy weigh in. Nope. She was just all about making me look bad. She had to be held and then for 3 seconds we all let go of her and got a weight. My baby weighs 76 pounds. She is usually between 60 and 70. I blame pregnancy. We're all getting fat over here.
Then we got back into the room. And normally, I would have lifted Moose onto the exam table, said "stay" and been fine. Nope. My mom didn't even try and the vet said not to worry about it. He checked her, she basically ignored him and just gave me dirty dog looks. Seriously, the vet tech kept laughing. This girl knows how to work her Mama and test my patience.
The vet said she has a yeast infection in her ears. They aren't mites. Just yeast. Apparently, dogs ears are the perfect temperature for growing yeast. He recommended that we start selling the yeast or learn how to make bread. He said the pond water probably caused this. So, when Moose swims, we need to clean her ears after. Then gave us drops (that he does not want a pregnant woman to touch) to use. So, for 14 days, twice a day, I get to clean Moose's ears with some solution, then George gets to put the drops in. He has the easy job. But Moose is calmer for me. So, it evens out.
The vet said he doesn't want to do blood work, xrays, CAT scans (dog scans for the sake of Moose's self esteem. She holds herself in higher regard than a stupid cat) or anything yet. Until Moose's seizures show a definite increase he doesn't want to mess with her. But if she does have them once a month or so, he said it may be wise to look into it. And he likes the way I hold her. He had a dog recently who had a seizure outside and bolted into the ditch, and then seized again and drowned. He said that since Moose gives me signs, and I recognize those signs, we don't need to restrict her in any way, we just need to make sure we are always close enough to react. So, if we are swimming, I am sure she would have 20-30 seconds (at least, probably more) to get close to me or to shore. So, she just won't be swimming the entire pond until I feel more secure. We will try to keep her close to shore or at least close to where I can touch so I can hold her head above water. This seizing in water thing is very scary to me. She loves to swim. She hates to be told no.
So, besides the yeast infection, this was kind of a waste. But I feel more secure knowing that I am doing things correctly and that we have a plan.
Moose hates this medicine in her ears crap. But she did try to sleep through it yesterday. Tried. The cleaning solution is room temperature, so it probably isn't too bad. But the medicine itself has to be kept in the fridge. She does not enjoy that. Poor baby. Also, going to buy stock in the cleaning solution company because we will use an entire bottle in the next week, and then need another of rthe next week, and then need probably a bottle a month in the summer and at least 1 bottle in the winter. Not that much? Yeah, you go price this stuff.
Baby Shower!
Yesterday was my baby shower. It was great! Everyone loved getting together and some new friendships were made. Plus, my 2 aunts came out, and I rarely see them, and some friends I hadn't seen in awhile came. Very nice.
My complaint?
For the registries (one at a cheap store, one at a more expensive store) I checked all the major items customer reviews, played with the items in store, and checked safety ratings. I put some work into this. A lot of work really. I also tried to find things that would match our decore. So calm, neutral earth tones. None of this loud crap. I also made sure I had items from $5 to $300. Something for everyone.
Not a single person, bought a single thing off my registry. Either registry.
Luckily, I did get some gift cards. So, we are taking those to get my stroller/carseat in the next week or so. Bad fetus is playing with my bladder. I don't need to pee, leave it alone!
They (my family and friends) did the same thing for my wedding. Nothing off those registries either. They just hate registries. Well, I am never making another one! Ever!
In my family, and the area I live in, you only have 1 baby shower unless you wait like 10 years for baby number 1, 2, 3, 4, so I will probably never have another chance anyway.
I did get some nice items and everyone respected my anti-pooh stance.
I feel like I should explain this to you.
Since 1997 when my cousin A was born, everyone I know (sans 2 or 3 friends in recent years) has done Winnie the Pooh. Those 2 or 3 friends, were all within the last 14 months. Before that, all pooh! YUCK!
So, Pooh reminds me of babysitting, then of crappy unoriginal friends, then of infertility. Watching all these parents with their POOH crap stroll on by to the land of parenthood while I sat helplessly waiting. Pooh hurts me. Like the idea of Huddy in a POOH stroller or carseat with POOH blanket, actually makes me a little nauseated. It must be an infertility thing. Either way, I was given 1 POOH bottle as a joke. I refuse to look at it. Huddy has not healed me completely, even though I am now extremely confident in the fact that I WILL be getting a baby. Perhaps some things cannot be healed?
I am very excited to put together what items we did get. Huddy is too. He started kicking George's butt at 6 am. George is still asleep. He apparently doesn't realize that Huddy knows he got gifts, and he wants me to play with them.
Huddy also wants breakfast. I want a pb&j on toast. But carbs. I should make eggs. But that is messy! Okay, it makes one pan. But that is 1 pan more than my pb&j.
Off to figure this out....
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Showing posts with label seizures. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
More on Seizures
Okay, here is the rundown on all of Moose's seizures. Maybe someone will notice something I haven't or can give some advice.
The first seizure:
I was vacuuming in the dining room and Moose was 10 feet away in the living room. All of a sudden she came running in, and I thought she was playing, but then she fell. Then got up, then fell, and I immediately turned off the vacuum and ran to her, she was peeing, and she was thrashing around against the wall, so I thought of trying to get her outside, but she had to walk through the doorway to get to the back door, and the way she kept falling, it was awful. She loses control of her body, falls, and then when she gets up she tries to throw herself against something, in this case, the wall. I was afraid she'd hurt herself, so I picked her up with my left arm, and ran to the bedroom screaming.
George is a very heavy sleeper and barely noticed a thing, so I grabbed my phone with my right arm and got Moose into the bathroom, the only door that was close and would close us into a small space. But she was still seizing, so I dialed the vet and when they answered, they said "Blah blah animal hospital, hold please," and put us on hold! By then the seizure had stopped and Moose was limp in my arms and I realized it hurt to hold her, so I sat against the edge of the tub with her body on my lap and waited.
The receptionist came back, and while sobbing I explained what happened. She said seizures can be anything from an allergic reaction, to tumors, to the body's way of reacting to toxins in the body. Since Moose was 3, she figured she was too young for it to be tumors, but said that if it happened frequently they would check that out. Also, dogs like humans can have epiliepsy, so she explained how for $1 a pill we could medicate Moose if they continued to be an issue, but that the medication can make the dog groggy and they may not be themselves.
In the days after I remembered, just the day before the seizure, Moose had ate some sanitary napkins that had been at the bottom of the trash for a week at least. She had also had some ear mite medication within a few days before. So, I assumed one of those was the cause, plus we had switched dog food. So, we went back to our old brand, switched brands of the ear mite stuff (but never needed to use it on Moose) and started shutting the bathroom door everytime we left. She didn't have another.
Moose never had ear mites, ever. Not even a tiny bit until last summer. Just thought I'd mention that in case it is important.
The Second Seizure:
In May Moose has started itching at her ears and shaking her head a lot. So, we used some olive oil to try and loosen everything, but it didn't seem to work. So, I applied some ear mite medicine into her ear one day. Then twice the next, and then, on the morning in question, I applied it again.
She ate breakfast, and then within 20 minutes she was sitting on the couch next to George, and she just started twitching, she tried to get off the couch and come to me across the room, but she fell flat on her face in another seizure just getting off the couch, so I rushed to her, and held her with my arm around her torso and her legs pointing away from me. Her ears were still wet from the ear mite medicine, and it occured to me that maybe that was the issue, so George ran for a wash cloth, moist, no soap, and once Moose had stopped for a second, I wrapped the cloth around my finger and wiped her ear out. The seizures never resumed, so I wiped in deeper and cleaned her up really well in there. Then I realized she had peed a bit, and she started panting and drooling but didn't seem able to move. So, I held her, sat on the floor and cried. When she was ready (during the seizures she twitches and the muscles tighten and untighten, afterwards she is kind of limp and uncoordinated, and then once she is totally back her muscles feel normal and she is generally a happy, maybe slightly more nervous, dog who is panting and drooling still, so I know when she is ready to get up) I let go of her and she stood up, and we walked away and called my mom, and I let her go outside and I sat on the steps and watched her.
I assumed I knew the issue then, the ear mite medicine. It had been used within the week the first time, and within the hour the second. I felt guilty, but I figured that at least now we knew the issue.
The Third Seizure:
Yesterday was like any other, George didn't work the night before, so he stayed up all day with us. We fed the dogs around 7 or 8 am, let them out a few times throughout the day, we didn't go for a walk or run because we had a lot going on, yard work, getting my car repairs, my phone not working, etc. Then around 5 or 6 in the afternoon I made dinner, it was done at exactly 6, I remember now. A dollop of mashed potatoes fell to the floor, and Moose licked it up. George and I ate, and were sitting in the living room a bit later in our food coma.
I was on the love seat, and he was on the couch with the laptop in front of him. He got up to take a cup to the sink, and Moose stole his spot, and I teased him about it. Then Moose moved a seat over and laid down. Then she moved so her head was behind him, and I thought it was cute, but apparently she was pushing forward, trying to wedge herself between George and the couch, and that ain't good dog behavior in this house, she is lucky to be allowed on the furniture at all, but you don't gt to OWN the couch as a dog, so George yelled at her to get down. And she seemed unsure, and took awhile getting down. She came to the loveseat and sat next to me and started shaking. I assumed she wasn't used to being a couch thief and wasn't used to George raising his voice at her, so I kind of bitched at him. Then I noticed she hadn't stopped shaking.
I put her collar on her for the first time in months that morning, and it seemed like it was bugging her, so I removed it. Then I noticed pee on my leg. I didn't want to freak out, so I just pet her and said "She is acting like she had a seizure...." and BAM! It was on, she had 1 half of the love seat, and I had the other, so I leaned over and put my arm under her chest and held her on the couch. Then I leaned my head down and rested it on her twitching body (still trying to run everytime a seizure ended) and told her I loved her and it would be okay. And I didn't cry. I held it together the entire seizure while George watched. I couldn't think of anything to do for her, so I just held her.
As she seized she tried burrying her head into the cushions of the couch, but it would pop out with every seizure. She scratched me a few times, but I was positioned so she couldn't really kick the baby. I have read that soem dogs bite, but she never has and I am not about to let her seize by herself, or let her run around thrashing and throwing herself into things. I will continue to hold her body.
Afterwards we just laid there. Both of panting and me using her as a pillow. She had a dazed look in her eye, like me when I first wake up, and then started panting and drooling and slowly came back to Moose world. She got up, I used George's phone to call my mom, and I wiped the pee off my leg, and walked outside to let Moose go potty and talk to my mom. I lost it.
Moose is my baby. Before her, I personally, owned 1 dog of my very own, and she died back in 08. Sabrina. She is the reason Moose is so well behaved, she trained her. She taught her the ropes and played with her and was her best friend. After she died, Moose looked for her for weeks. It was just after we got Achilles. He was maybe 12 weeks when she passed. But since Sabrina died, I have been even more protective of Moose (Brina was chasing my mom while my mom mowed the lawn, and then she was gone. It was an hour or two later when my mom found her along the side of the road. It was one of the hardest days of my life. I stayed in my apartment for a week after that. It hurt too much to do anything. She was 3 and too young to die) and have guarded her like a treasure. Anyone of my neighbors will tell you, Moose guards me, but I guard her just as much. I worry when she is alone, I worry when she is at my mom's, I worry about her like I will worry about Huddy. Is the water she drinks healthy? Is the food enough? Does she need a doggie vitamin? What if she is attacked again? (black lab at the river attacked her and tore up her face, no lasting visable damage, but I worry) I choose her playmates wisely.
She was the best friend of a seeing eye dog, Cody, for a long time. Then we moved to the house and lost touch. She had another friend, a mutt, Connie, from the apartments who we also lost touch with. She liked Oscar the weiner dog next door, and it was cute watching a pitbull boxer mix try to play with a daschund. She could have stepped on him and ended his life without even realizing it. Her current bestie is my sister's dog (who is now my mom's dog since he has gone from"staying the weekend" to being there for over a year) Evan, a beagle, who may not be the best influence (he attacks cats) but loves Moose.
I worry. She is a pitbull mix, living in a state known for anti-pitbull laws. Hell, the county my mom lives in and our apartment was in, is known for having a dog warden who would see a pitbull, and have it put down for being "aggressive" before the owners got home from work. Who killed 140 puppies (under 12 weeks) in 1 year because they were pitbulls or pitbull mixes. She gets looks. A woman (whose weiner dogs were biting at Moose and chasing her away) even told me "It's no wonder they're attacking her, look at what she is..." like Moose being a pitbull negated the fact that her dogs were being aggressive towards my dog. One family friend won't let her daughter play near Moose. One Uncle even said "Stacey, it's a pitbull, just put it down".
But she has never bit (unless you count the "football" she played with my brother, he runs, and she jumps up and tackles him, sometimes using her mouth on his arm to pull him down, or the "shows" she and I put on, where I play with her toy and play tugs and get her riled up and then shove my hand in her mouth and tell her to bite. She bites. I scream and yell, all fake, and then say "release" and she opens her mouth, never putting enough pressure down to do anything) she plays with toddlers and has saved a baby's life (the baby's mother left her alone on the couch, baby rolled over, Moose stood next to couch and held baby so baby wouldn't fall, then whined for help until I walked in the room and found the baby basically laying on Moose's back) and claimed that baby as her baby. Seriously, after over a year of not seeing this baby, she jumped the fence to get to her and give her kisses and followed that kid everywhere. That little girl led Moose around like well, a lost puppy, the entire time she was at our house.
Anywho, Moose equals good dog. I could share Moose stories all day (someone remind me to share the story of the rest stop or the guy in the white van someday and to share Moose's full life story) and probably would enjoy it. I love this dog. We have a bond. It is almost telepathy over here. She swims, she runs, she does the Cesar Milan walk, she is the best dog anyone could ask for.
If she does have a tumor, or if these seizures are caused by something life threatening, I don't know how I will go on. Sabrina was there after my Dad died, she helped me heal. Moose has helped me heal from so much loss and pain since then. When George was in boot camp, she was my reason, my only reason, for getting up out of bed. We have had many losses with her by my side. She is my daughter. Hell, this dog knows more than most 6 year olds. In my head, if she were human, she would be a 6-8 year old with chesnut brown hair with natural highlights and she would be amazing. Yes, I can picture her as a human child.
I don't know what I will do without her. She walks off leash, but George gets mad about this. One day I asked him if he didn't trust her, and he said "I trust her, but if something happened to her, I'd be afraid for you. You'd jump off a cliff if you thought you could hit the bottom first and catch her." Which is true. No lie. She is my world. I know Huddy will be my world, but Moose is his sister. She isn't his "dog", she is his sister. She is....Moose. I say it in my sleep, I sense when she is waking up, she knows the moment I wake up, the moment I need her, the moment Huddy first kicked this dog was there.
Please, say some prayers, send us Good Luck, see if you can see anything that coul cause a seizure in what I have told you. Ask a vet friend. We have an appointment Friday night (I have an extremely busy Friday with a Huddy appointment and a Moose appointment and I will probably be missing FNL again) and will be taking my mom with us since George will be asleep. And since she is a big girl, I don't want to think of the cost. But, even if they told me it would cost $5000 to fix her, I would find a way to get it. She is my baby. My daughter. Huddy's sister. And Achilles is snoring. Just sharing
The first seizure:
I was vacuuming in the dining room and Moose was 10 feet away in the living room. All of a sudden she came running in, and I thought she was playing, but then she fell. Then got up, then fell, and I immediately turned off the vacuum and ran to her, she was peeing, and she was thrashing around against the wall, so I thought of trying to get her outside, but she had to walk through the doorway to get to the back door, and the way she kept falling, it was awful. She loses control of her body, falls, and then when she gets up she tries to throw herself against something, in this case, the wall. I was afraid she'd hurt herself, so I picked her up with my left arm, and ran to the bedroom screaming.
George is a very heavy sleeper and barely noticed a thing, so I grabbed my phone with my right arm and got Moose into the bathroom, the only door that was close and would close us into a small space. But she was still seizing, so I dialed the vet and when they answered, they said "Blah blah animal hospital, hold please," and put us on hold! By then the seizure had stopped and Moose was limp in my arms and I realized it hurt to hold her, so I sat against the edge of the tub with her body on my lap and waited.
The receptionist came back, and while sobbing I explained what happened. She said seizures can be anything from an allergic reaction, to tumors, to the body's way of reacting to toxins in the body. Since Moose was 3, she figured she was too young for it to be tumors, but said that if it happened frequently they would check that out. Also, dogs like humans can have epiliepsy, so she explained how for $1 a pill we could medicate Moose if they continued to be an issue, but that the medication can make the dog groggy and they may not be themselves.
In the days after I remembered, just the day before the seizure, Moose had ate some sanitary napkins that had been at the bottom of the trash for a week at least. She had also had some ear mite medication within a few days before. So, I assumed one of those was the cause, plus we had switched dog food. So, we went back to our old brand, switched brands of the ear mite stuff (but never needed to use it on Moose) and started shutting the bathroom door everytime we left. She didn't have another.
Moose never had ear mites, ever. Not even a tiny bit until last summer. Just thought I'd mention that in case it is important.
The Second Seizure:
In May Moose has started itching at her ears and shaking her head a lot. So, we used some olive oil to try and loosen everything, but it didn't seem to work. So, I applied some ear mite medicine into her ear one day. Then twice the next, and then, on the morning in question, I applied it again.
She ate breakfast, and then within 20 minutes she was sitting on the couch next to George, and she just started twitching, she tried to get off the couch and come to me across the room, but she fell flat on her face in another seizure just getting off the couch, so I rushed to her, and held her with my arm around her torso and her legs pointing away from me. Her ears were still wet from the ear mite medicine, and it occured to me that maybe that was the issue, so George ran for a wash cloth, moist, no soap, and once Moose had stopped for a second, I wrapped the cloth around my finger and wiped her ear out. The seizures never resumed, so I wiped in deeper and cleaned her up really well in there. Then I realized she had peed a bit, and she started panting and drooling but didn't seem able to move. So, I held her, sat on the floor and cried. When she was ready (during the seizures she twitches and the muscles tighten and untighten, afterwards she is kind of limp and uncoordinated, and then once she is totally back her muscles feel normal and she is generally a happy, maybe slightly more nervous, dog who is panting and drooling still, so I know when she is ready to get up) I let go of her and she stood up, and we walked away and called my mom, and I let her go outside and I sat on the steps and watched her.
I assumed I knew the issue then, the ear mite medicine. It had been used within the week the first time, and within the hour the second. I felt guilty, but I figured that at least now we knew the issue.
The Third Seizure:
Yesterday was like any other, George didn't work the night before, so he stayed up all day with us. We fed the dogs around 7 or 8 am, let them out a few times throughout the day, we didn't go for a walk or run because we had a lot going on, yard work, getting my car repairs, my phone not working, etc. Then around 5 or 6 in the afternoon I made dinner, it was done at exactly 6, I remember now. A dollop of mashed potatoes fell to the floor, and Moose licked it up. George and I ate, and were sitting in the living room a bit later in our food coma.
I was on the love seat, and he was on the couch with the laptop in front of him. He got up to take a cup to the sink, and Moose stole his spot, and I teased him about it. Then Moose moved a seat over and laid down. Then she moved so her head was behind him, and I thought it was cute, but apparently she was pushing forward, trying to wedge herself between George and the couch, and that ain't good dog behavior in this house, she is lucky to be allowed on the furniture at all, but you don't gt to OWN the couch as a dog, so George yelled at her to get down. And she seemed unsure, and took awhile getting down. She came to the loveseat and sat next to me and started shaking. I assumed she wasn't used to being a couch thief and wasn't used to George raising his voice at her, so I kind of bitched at him. Then I noticed she hadn't stopped shaking.
I put her collar on her for the first time in months that morning, and it seemed like it was bugging her, so I removed it. Then I noticed pee on my leg. I didn't want to freak out, so I just pet her and said "She is acting like she had a seizure...." and BAM! It was on, she had 1 half of the love seat, and I had the other, so I leaned over and put my arm under her chest and held her on the couch. Then I leaned my head down and rested it on her twitching body (still trying to run everytime a seizure ended) and told her I loved her and it would be okay. And I didn't cry. I held it together the entire seizure while George watched. I couldn't think of anything to do for her, so I just held her.
As she seized she tried burrying her head into the cushions of the couch, but it would pop out with every seizure. She scratched me a few times, but I was positioned so she couldn't really kick the baby. I have read that soem dogs bite, but she never has and I am not about to let her seize by herself, or let her run around thrashing and throwing herself into things. I will continue to hold her body.
Afterwards we just laid there. Both of panting and me using her as a pillow. She had a dazed look in her eye, like me when I first wake up, and then started panting and drooling and slowly came back to Moose world. She got up, I used George's phone to call my mom, and I wiped the pee off my leg, and walked outside to let Moose go potty and talk to my mom. I lost it.
Moose is my baby. Before her, I personally, owned 1 dog of my very own, and she died back in 08. Sabrina. She is the reason Moose is so well behaved, she trained her. She taught her the ropes and played with her and was her best friend. After she died, Moose looked for her for weeks. It was just after we got Achilles. He was maybe 12 weeks when she passed. But since Sabrina died, I have been even more protective of Moose (Brina was chasing my mom while my mom mowed the lawn, and then she was gone. It was an hour or two later when my mom found her along the side of the road. It was one of the hardest days of my life. I stayed in my apartment for a week after that. It hurt too much to do anything. She was 3 and too young to die) and have guarded her like a treasure. Anyone of my neighbors will tell you, Moose guards me, but I guard her just as much. I worry when she is alone, I worry when she is at my mom's, I worry about her like I will worry about Huddy. Is the water she drinks healthy? Is the food enough? Does she need a doggie vitamin? What if she is attacked again? (black lab at the river attacked her and tore up her face, no lasting visable damage, but I worry) I choose her playmates wisely.
She was the best friend of a seeing eye dog, Cody, for a long time. Then we moved to the house and lost touch. She had another friend, a mutt, Connie, from the apartments who we also lost touch with. She liked Oscar the weiner dog next door, and it was cute watching a pitbull boxer mix try to play with a daschund. She could have stepped on him and ended his life without even realizing it. Her current bestie is my sister's dog (who is now my mom's dog since he has gone from"staying the weekend" to being there for over a year) Evan, a beagle, who may not be the best influence (he attacks cats) but loves Moose.
I worry. She is a pitbull mix, living in a state known for anti-pitbull laws. Hell, the county my mom lives in and our apartment was in, is known for having a dog warden who would see a pitbull, and have it put down for being "aggressive" before the owners got home from work. Who killed 140 puppies (under 12 weeks) in 1 year because they were pitbulls or pitbull mixes. She gets looks. A woman (whose weiner dogs were biting at Moose and chasing her away) even told me "It's no wonder they're attacking her, look at what she is..." like Moose being a pitbull negated the fact that her dogs were being aggressive towards my dog. One family friend won't let her daughter play near Moose. One Uncle even said "Stacey, it's a pitbull, just put it down".
But she has never bit (unless you count the "football" she played with my brother, he runs, and she jumps up and tackles him, sometimes using her mouth on his arm to pull him down, or the "shows" she and I put on, where I play with her toy and play tugs and get her riled up and then shove my hand in her mouth and tell her to bite. She bites. I scream and yell, all fake, and then say "release" and she opens her mouth, never putting enough pressure down to do anything) she plays with toddlers and has saved a baby's life (the baby's mother left her alone on the couch, baby rolled over, Moose stood next to couch and held baby so baby wouldn't fall, then whined for help until I walked in the room and found the baby basically laying on Moose's back) and claimed that baby as her baby. Seriously, after over a year of not seeing this baby, she jumped the fence to get to her and give her kisses and followed that kid everywhere. That little girl led Moose around like well, a lost puppy, the entire time she was at our house.
Anywho, Moose equals good dog. I could share Moose stories all day (someone remind me to share the story of the rest stop or the guy in the white van someday and to share Moose's full life story) and probably would enjoy it. I love this dog. We have a bond. It is almost telepathy over here. She swims, she runs, she does the Cesar Milan walk, she is the best dog anyone could ask for.
If she does have a tumor, or if these seizures are caused by something life threatening, I don't know how I will go on. Sabrina was there after my Dad died, she helped me heal. Moose has helped me heal from so much loss and pain since then. When George was in boot camp, she was my reason, my only reason, for getting up out of bed. We have had many losses with her by my side. She is my daughter. Hell, this dog knows more than most 6 year olds. In my head, if she were human, she would be a 6-8 year old with chesnut brown hair with natural highlights and she would be amazing. Yes, I can picture her as a human child.
I don't know what I will do without her. She walks off leash, but George gets mad about this. One day I asked him if he didn't trust her, and he said "I trust her, but if something happened to her, I'd be afraid for you. You'd jump off a cliff if you thought you could hit the bottom first and catch her." Which is true. No lie. She is my world. I know Huddy will be my world, but Moose is his sister. She isn't his "dog", she is his sister. She is....Moose. I say it in my sleep, I sense when she is waking up, she knows the moment I wake up, the moment I need her, the moment Huddy first kicked this dog was there.
Please, say some prayers, send us Good Luck, see if you can see anything that coul cause a seizure in what I have told you. Ask a vet friend. We have an appointment Friday night (I have an extremely busy Friday with a Huddy appointment and a Moose appointment and I will probably be missing FNL again) and will be taking my mom with us since George will be asleep. And since she is a big girl, I don't want to think of the cost. But, even if they told me it would cost $5000 to fix her, I would find a way to get it. She is my baby. My daughter. Huddy's sister. And Achilles is snoring. Just sharing
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Moose Seizure
Moose had a seizure 20 minutes agp. This is her third one. She had one last summer around July or August while i was vacuuming.
She had one in June while we were watching tv.
She had one tonight while I was doing a sudoku puzzle.
I will fill you in more on each seizure later. For now, my body hurts. During her first seizure, when she would come to (they are actually several seizures in a row) she would try and get under something or smack herself into the wall or a corner to make it stop. I ended up picking up her 70 lbs ass and carrying her around screaming for help, which I didn't get, so I held her with 1 arm and called the vet, which put me on hold. Well, these last 2 I have been pregnant so I can't carry her with one arm. So, I get her to the floor of on the couch and lay on her torso and hug her while he head and legs flail around me. And I murmer "It's okay. I love you" over and over like an idiot until it stops.
I'll update later tonight or tomorrow. Too many tears and too tense to type.
She had one in June while we were watching tv.
She had one tonight while I was doing a sudoku puzzle.
I will fill you in more on each seizure later. For now, my body hurts. During her first seizure, when she would come to (they are actually several seizures in a row) she would try and get under something or smack herself into the wall or a corner to make it stop. I ended up picking up her 70 lbs ass and carrying her around screaming for help, which I didn't get, so I held her with 1 arm and called the vet, which put me on hold. Well, these last 2 I have been pregnant so I can't carry her with one arm. So, I get her to the floor of on the couch and lay on her torso and hug her while he head and legs flail around me. And I murmer "It's okay. I love you" over and over like an idiot until it stops.
I'll update later tonight or tomorrow. Too many tears and too tense to type.
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