We had a close call Wednesday. Well anything that harms him is just too damn close.
Normal morning.... la la la... walk ... play... eat... snooze...rinse and repeat.
Suddenly he wants to go out and he is making that 'I'm gonna throw up face'... readers with dogs over 70lbs will know that this instantly causes fear and an amazing burst of leg speed to open the nearest door to the outside. Folks with dogs under 70lbs...pfffft....imagine your favorite expensive beer deciding to foam uncontrollably when you open it over your new carpet...
As Berry Boo exits the door I notice he's not walking right. Literally.
The first thing that comes to mind is that he's had a stroke.
The second thing that comes to mind is puke..my own this time.. cause stroke=dead in this dogs world.
He is as stiff as a plank and quite literally cannot bend his body in one direction to turn around. Counterclockwise - he's fine, Clockwise just didn't exist for him anymore.
Call my vets - tell them I'm coming
Call the roomie... tell her whats going on
Look around for Berry boo - who is feeling better.. enough so that I think I've over reacted and was seeing things. He can turn in both directions and doesn't seem to be uncomfortable.
I sit down and watch for a minute or two. Then it happens again...
This time I'm thinking seizure? But this time I grabbed my camera phone to take a picture - cause I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to remember which side he was showing weakness on. Turned out to be a good call. No insult intended - but once at the vets I was very very blonde. It's very true that a picture is worth a thousand words.
To make a very long (and only interesting to the folks who really wish House was a veterinarian) story short:
My vets Rock. I get there and two grown men come to my rescue. Didn't suck at all. Sitting on the floor in the exam room working with Logan and me like they didn't have any other people waiting or that I was seriously throwing their schedule off. It was like we were their only concern. That my friends is priceless.
All his blood work was normal - so no vestibular/doggie stroke problem. No indications that someone threw poison over my fence... no tumors detected on physical exam, no wobblers disease suspected.
Nope. None of the above.
The educated consensus is that he managed to pinch a nerve in his neck and it threw his whole body into spasms.
So it's Saturday now and I'm happy to report there have been no new episodes of Rudder Malfunction on the aircraft carrier Loganberryboo or as we call it around here 'wonkiness' since Thursday night.
The homeopathics (belladona and arnica) not only are tasty little sprinkles in his mouth - they are evidently helping the anti inflammatory work it's magic.
So yay!
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