And I was bored and made you all a celbratory graphic... look:
And I was all excited to tell you about how wonderful my husband is and what amazing flowers he brought me, and about how we are nerds and bought "grownup towels" for our main bathroom.... but as we were getting ready to leave and head to the grocery store... something happened...
Wilbur our new Boston Terrier had a Grand Mal Seizure.
He started kicking, and foaming at the mouth, and his little veins were popping out...and it was seriously the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I had no idea how horrible watching something like that was... and i just.... it was terrifying, 3 minutes of horrible helplessness.
He has been sick the past few days and has had tummy problems since he has a hard time eating real dog food, and the vet gave him something to help with it, but as the internet revealed to Zach and his ninja google skills... that it's also what caused the seizure.
He hadn't been feeling too peppy this morning but warmed up to things this afternoon and he and Lola spent their time helping me rake up the backyard and playing on the couch as was documented here: (ps while they are in that pose, they are also singing dog opera... atleast thats what i call it, they are retarded, and its fantastic!)
We called the emergency vet, but there isn't much they can do besides take his blood. They said it was either low blood sugar (we gave him some ice cream and wet food to bring him back around), a brain tumor, or a reaction to medication, which the one he was given for his stomach said it could cause neurological side effects if his blood sugar was low. .... so.... we will be staying up all night it appears. If it happens again, we will take him in immediately. The closest 24hr vet is a good 20 minute drive from us, so we are hoping that with some food and water, the rest of the medication that we gave him this morning will pass through his system and he won't have another one... and then we can take him into the vet again on Monday morning first thing.
He is currently sleeping on the couch curled up:
And Lola is being supportive and laying right by his side... she totally knew something was wrong, like "Timmy fell in the well" style. So she is keeping an eye on him while watching remodeling shows with us on tv:
So here's to hoping everything goes ok for the rest of the night... and Happy St Pattys day to everyone, and Happy anniversary to me!