My Pitiful Dogs

If you live in the area you know that a thunderstorm just passed through. There's a warning siren right near the house and when it went off of course it hurt the dogs' ears. So Scooter started howling and Emma commenced... yodeling. Yes, the dog yodels. Well, maybe not exactly, but that's the best way I can describe it. I've never heard a sound like that come out of a dog before.

When it finally started the announcement instead of making that terrible noise Emma sat down beside me. Close. Her body felt tense and she was shaking in terror. I felt so bad for her. Little did I know that it would get worse once the storm actually got here. She tried every way possible to get in my lap (and yes - I did hold her for a while) and the few times she'd been adventurous enough to get more than a few feet from me that all changed when the thunder clapped. She would run back to me - tail tucked every time. She is the biggest baby. Gotta love her, though. 😍

Well, Scooty was fine during the storm. He didn't seem all that bothered by it. BUT... Nick brought up something that I hate to say I think might be true.

For those of you who don't know:  Scooter is a strange little fella... more so now than before his stay in the hospital. He was knocked out for a week with Ivermectin Toxicosis which affects a dog's neurological system. It was a vet error that caused it and there was nothing they could do besides sedate him to stop the seizures and put him on an IV then hope that he survived long enough for that ONE dose of Ivermectin to work it's way out of his system. Well, it FINALLY did (that was the longest week of my life, I think). But they said that he may have some long term effects... though they did not say what they may be. So he's developed some strange mannerisms in the time he's been home (about a year), which we didn't think much of. Things like walking backwards a lot, running into things, not wanting to go outside, biting when you try to feed him treats... *sigh*

So back to what Nick said... he thinks Scooter might be going blind. It makes perfect sense though I really hope that's not the case. It's time for a checkup, anyway, so I suppose I'll ask the vet to check him out when we go. From what I've read dogs get along fine even if they do go blind (as long as you don't move the furniture around much) so hopefully if that's what's wrong with him then he'll adjust, too. I just don't wish that on my little buddy. He's been through enough. 😕

Well, according to Emma it's time to end this blog. Between her grabbing my hand in her mouth, and petting me with her paw, and wedging her head into my lap, and trying to sit in my lap - I think I get the hint. I know it sounds obnoxious, but I love the attention. She's one of my furbabies. She needs love, too. (Especially after a night as traumatic as this one).