…love my dog.
Mack at Rest. Photograph, 7 x 5 in. Copyright 2008, Tania Nault.
Last night Mack woke me up from a sound sleep with an awful digging sound coming from his crate (he sleeps just outside our bedroom door) I turned on the hall light and opened the gate to find him in the throes of a seizure. Those few minutes kneeling in front of the open crate while he convulsed under my hands may not have been the worst moment of my life, but it’s certainly right up there. When the seizing stopped, he didn’t seem to recognise either my husband or me and, for the first time in his life, he growled and barked at us. We closed the crate again while he calmed down and I shut the cat in the bathroom (he quite freaked out at the sight of her – something he’s never done either – Princess definitely wears the pants in their relationship). Within about half an hour he was almost himself again; although, when I let him out of the crate to check him over (and change his bedding) he was particularly clingy and literally kept himself glued to my leg until my husband and I finally decided we would go back to bed.
This morning he seems perfectly normal, as though nothing had ever happened. We have a veterinary appointment for Thursday.
