Friends, alert readers, and fellow bloggers, I, Mango, Relentlessly Huge wanted to give you an update on my large and somewhat confused at the moment self.
It seems that in order to keep the evil seizure monster away, I need to take some medicines called phenobarbital. You know what? I even finally learned how to spell it after typing it so many times. For sure.
Well, vet lady started me on 200mg twice each and every day and let me tell you it sure did a number on me. Yuh, like totally my leggies would NOT do what I told them to do and I kept falling down and stretching myself in ways unsuited to a large and dignified doggie. Momma even had to hold my bottom up whilst I did my business which was very uncomfortable for both of us.
So vet lady called Master and said, "oh no! That is not good. Let's try giving him only half his medicines." Last night, I switched to 100mg twice each day and I have to report that I am already feeling better.
Yeah, my rear quarters still kind of have a mind of their own, but I can do my potty without help and am not falling down quite so much. Now I just have to hope that the reduced portions are enough to scare away that seizure monster dude.
I feel all wobbly and dizzy when I get out of bed, but I had a nice walkie right in my own back yard for like 10 whole minutes and did not fall down once, so there.
Momma moved my water bowl to a carpeted area so that I could drink without falling down but that really confused me and I would not drink at all, so she put it back in the kitchen, but raised it up for me. Isn't that nice?
She also put a carpet down in the dining room which makes one less area with those slippery floors. Master moved all the dining room furnitures away after that awful visit from seizure dude last week. No worries. That table is only used for storing stuff anyway.
At least I can eat my kibbles without falling over (although I did eat them from a seated position this fine morning).
Do you see the boxes on the table? Those are my birthday pressies which I have still not opened. Boo hoo! Momma says, "Oh, Mango, we need to wait to open them until you are more stable so that you can enjoy them." Whatever. Stable is relative, don't you think?
I am so happy for all the good thoughts that I have received and lots of advice from other seizure doggies.
Hopefully my next postie will have more action photos and less words, right?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. Momma's mentals like to explode the past few days and so she has been marking all as read. I hope I haven't missed anything important.