Not really seeing anymore enthusiasm from the G monster this morning. Oh, he gave the happy dance for breakfast and chowed down like normal but still no wiggling. He went outside and took care of business - letting me know where any land mines were. I laid on the floor next to him and fully expected a foot in the face like normal but nothing. He thumped his tail and let me pet him. As annoying as the wiggles were - partly because he sheds like crazy every single day of the year - I don't like the lazy dog act on him. I know something is not right but I really can't put my finger on it and am not sure it would require a vet visit at this point.
This afternoon is our belated birthday photo shoot. It is miserable outside....hot and very humid. I try to do this quickly but Summer and Oregon are not being particularly helpful. The apprently thought it was opposite day. Sit = down, stay = move, smile = snarl or turn head...etc.... When I had had enough and was borderline angry at their naughtyness--it really was too hot to be making this longer than necessary - we quit and celebrated the end with Frosty Paws. They get these once - maybe twice a summer. As soon as Glamis saw the container, he was going goofy. He was dancing and stalking me. I tried to get one more photo of the 3 stooges sitting nicely, begging for treats but Glamis climbed up on the bench and started nudging me. I was taking way too long with the Frosty paw.
Around 7:45, Glamis choose to scare me to death. I was on the floor with him, crawing to the toy box when I hear a thump behind me. Glamis was on his side on the floor in full seizure. I have only seen made for TV seizures before so this freaked me out. His mouth was locked open, his legs were flailing. I couldn't tell if he was breathing or choking. After about 30 seconds, he relaxed but was not back on this planet yet. It was another 30 seconds before he woke up, looked around and tried to stand. From there he paced around the room. He wasn't running into anything but he moved between me and Tim like he had not seen us in months. Heavy panting, tail wagging and almost frantic movement. He really wanted to go outside. We let him but we both went with and watched him closely. There was some staggering and dragging of a foot once in a while. Back inside, back outside and finally after about 40 minutes, he laid down inside.
It has been an hour since the seizure and he is resting with his breathing pretty much back to normal. Now as I watch over him, the questions begin. Is this related to the cancer? It is a result of the surgeries? Did he over do it today - hot photo shoot, cold ice cream, then a trip too the park? I probably won't get an answer. I want to blame the cancer. His 'not quite right' behavior being a prelude. A seizure sure makes you feel helpless. I had no idea what to do. Touch him, don't touch him. Pat him on the side, talk to him, shake him???? I think I did all of the above. I called the vet but didn't get an answer. At that point, I needed someone to tell me to take a deep breath and watch for the following or tell me the following might happen. For that, I am thankful for facebook. Some very kind friends provided me with the information and allowed me to settle down a little.
In the meantime....Summer has been laying on the floor. She did not move or look up the during the seizure and Glamis fell right behind her. Oregon ended up in his kennel because he would not leave Glamis alone and every time G was getting comfort from me, Oregon pulled the jealous dog and tried to worm in betwen us.
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