Our vet visit went better and expected. Glamis perked up when we arrived but did not 'UP' to greet the ladies. If it were not for the leash, he would be wandering aimlessly - taking a route only he is aware of. His primary focus at the time was all the smells of food and treats and food and treats......to get him back to the scale, I had to put a treat right in front of his nose. If I moved it too far ahead, he would turn towards the nearest food bad. Navigating the 2" step up to the scale was a challenge. I have a sense that there is some peripheral vision issue as he has had many missteps recently.
We get into the exam room and review what happened last night. His temperature is slightly elevated. He won't sit down. He knows the room and would prefer not to be there. He stands on the wrong side (hinge) of the door willing it to open. If it wasn't so sad, his confusion would be kind of funny. More missteps...I am sitting on the floor and he keeps running into my legs. Either he is not seeing them or the brain foot connection is weak and he is not lifting his feet high enough. More talk happens. Eyes get scoped and declared free of obvious issues. We acknowledge that there is no treatment. Because of the holiday, we don't have the biopsy results yet. Based on what he is seeing, Dr. Mike offers anti-seizure medicine. It will make him a little dopey but will give us a little more time. How much time is unknown. It could be a day or a week. It will be a day by day situation.
Glamis aka Fang soon to be dopey dwarf leaves the clinic with a smile on his face and a prance in his step. Really. Seriously. He was prancing across the parking lot. The goober.
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