We
woke up to another “issue” with one of our dogs. I was working at my desk, minding my own
business. Chris was sitting in a rocking
chair, casually scrolling through the news on her phone. Freddy was perched on the other rocking
chair, napping off and on. Our
wonderfully idyllic scene was then suddenly and rudely interrupted.
It
started with Freddy scratching her ear.
She has done that off and on pretty much since we got her. Sometimes it gets worse, and we have to do
the whole eardrop thing. This time,
however, was different. The scratching
began. Then the wimpering, also not
unusual. But then … she started having a
full-blown seizure. Shaking all
over. Her front paw pulled up over her
face. She looked at us as if to say,
“What is going on here?” The seizure
passed after a long minute or two.
Needless to say, Chris immediately put in a call to the vet. I told her it was probably some kind of brain
damage from that one time she got hit by a car.
For some reason my attempt at humor to lighten the situation was not
really appreciated. Our appointment request
was accepted for later in the afternoon.
Meanwhile
we went to Target to try to do some Christmas shopping, since we hadn’t even
started. Anybody else know that
feeling? I located their little buggy
riding carts, but decided to give walking a try. Those buggies just seem like such a … a …
WalMart thing to do. I’d feel like a
traitor if I rode one at Target, too. Besides,
I hadn’t been able to get to my exercises yet, and Chris told me this would
count as building stamina. That was a
trick way of saying “You will be really tired and sore by the time we get home.” Gee, you could have just said that up front. The trip was pretty successful, as Christmas
shopping trips go. On the way home we
stopped by Whataburger for a Whataburger Jr. with bacon and mayo (That would be my order. Chris stays traditional with hers). We took the grand meal home to eat and crash
for a few minutes before taking Freddy to the vet.
All
of our regular vets were out of the office, so we saw the holiday help. She was a doc as well, just not one who knew
Freddy’s history. That meant an exam
from top to bottom. Before she even got
to the seizure questions we were dealing with a possible double ear infection
and maybe some kind of tear duct blockage.
We acknowledged the ear infection.
That fit with her history. Not so
much the eye thing, though. After a long
wait we were presented with a nicely typed up possible bill depending on what
procedures we decided to approve. Felt
like we were at the dentist’s office where you have to approve a “maybe root
canal” before they do anything. We checked
off ear infection and blood test for root causes of seizures (finally). After fifteen or twenty minutes of more
waiting, we got the final blood test results.
Freddy is … perfectly healthy in every way (well, except for the ear infection). The blood work was excellent. All we do is wait and see if she starts
having them all the time. Otherwise,
pick up your bill at the front desk. Now
don’t get me wrong. We like our
vets. And we like our dogs. Just not looking forward to another bout with
seizures.
So
… our quick trip to the vet to get Freddy checked out? An hour and a half later we were finally
headed back home. Quite the dog day
afternoon. No more shopping for us on
this fine day. Maybe tomorrow (which would now be today). Ah, the metaphysics of it all …
Psalms
119:89 says, “Your word, O Lord, is
eternal; it stands firm in the heavens.”
Father,
thank you that Freddy’s issue wasn’t as serious as we feared. Amen.
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