Sigh.

Well, the three time rule applies.

Flea had another seizure this afternoon. Third this month, and six days from the previous. This one was disturbing because she was sleeping, curled in a little ball on the couch and the next thing I knew, her body began arching backward, causing her to fall onto her back, twitching. She was on a blanket on the couch, so there was no injury there. But if this happens (and I'm sure it has) while I'm not here and she falls off the couch, she could really hurt herself. Two minutes later, all was well.

I left a message at the vet because I want to start her on meds. Well, I DON'T want to...but y'know. Now, I've been reading all this stuff online about epilepsy (this is her diagnosis, btw 'idiopathic epilepsy', which means there is no defined cause). I feel better when I read stuff about seizuring stopping or being VERY spaced apart. And about dogs living long, happy lives.

Sorry for being all 'mydoggymypuppydogdoggydog' on ya - but it's good to have a place to vent and get the good vibes. I wish you could all know little Flea! She is SUCH a gem of a dog. She never does anything bad, she's quiet as a mouse, she's polite to strangers and other dogs. I hate to think of what her life would have been like if she'd stayed locked in a cage the rest of her days, pushing out puppies. Back in the day, when some money-hungry backyard breeder called her "Brenda". EEW.

The other day, Corn was commenting how Flea really LOOKS at ya, right in the eyes and holds your gaze. And it's not fear or dominance (hah!) - it's just, looking. with her big ears standing at attention.She just wants to eat poop sandwiches and be loved. And yes, in that order.

And don't get the wrong idea. I love the piss out of Chachi, too. He's a hardy, tough little bugger and he can be a jerk...but at the end of the day, he's a loyal little bugger. They are COMPLETE opposites. But they have taught me a lot. Which is what you never really expect. But I'm glad they happened.