Shaky Dog Love


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I guess I need to get used to the seizures.

The Crack Puppy would not settle next to my leg last night, as we Facebooked, watched TV and read about Salvation History.

Then she raised up her front end and went rigid.

She was seizuring again.

I immediately threw down the book and yellow highlighter, jammed the laptop between the cushions, and grabbed Ling Ling.

I quickly assessed that she wasn’t going to puke or pee, so I did what you do in this situation.

I held her tight and loved her through it.

“Good girl, Ling. It’s OK. Good girl, you’re just fine. Good girl, Sweetie. It’s OK.”

Because of this latest episode, we will again increase her meds and see how she goes.

It’s a challenge to get the right dosage. You don’t want to zonk her out by over-medicating so she can’t enjoy her life, so you slowing up the dosage and then back it off again.

It’s stressful.

Vietnamese Boat Dog

We adopted the Crack Puppy from some Vietnamese boat people when she was two.


The Dad seemed like Vietcong to me, but the college-age daughter was okay, and we thought trustworthy.

And the Crack Puppy was soooooooo cute, so of course the Missus HAD to have her.

About a year later the seizures started, so we took her to the vet.

She was diagnosed with undefined “Small White Shaky Dog Syndrome”, some kind of epilepsy, or a brain tumor.


I think it would have cost $1,500 for a doggy MRI and several thousand more to have a tumor removed, with no guarantee of recovery, so that was not going to happen.

So we agreed for the vet to take bloods (they were OK), start her on phenibarbitone (she behaved like the town drunk for about two weeks), and then just watch her.

Thankfully, she got better and better.

Looking back, she might have gone a year without any seizures at all, or, at least none that we were aware of.

Today, in my mind, I am attributing this latest seizure to the fact that her buddy Mayo the Bichon just left after spending a month with us. She’s depressed, and I think, maybe, her emotions triggered the seizure.

I really pray they don’t get worse, and we are not put in that invidious Place of Hard Decisions.

Ling Ling I, who we had 25 years ago in Houston, was a puppy farm mess of bad genetics, and the cutest thing you ever did see, all eight pounds of her at full growth.

We probably spent $2,000 keeping her going for two years, despite increasingly violent seizures.

When she had a really bad one, we would put a pillow in the laundry basket, lay her on top, and rush her to the vet.

She would literally vibrate like she was strapped onto a paint-shaker, and yellow bile would pour out of her sweet little mouth. It was awful to see, but she always bounced back.

The Worst

But the seizures worsened, and she sort of lost the plot.

She was still cute and enormously happy, but she’d just forget where she was and what a dog was supposed to do.

The next-to-last seizure required major emergency treatments, including a blood transfusion from a Lab.

When she had the very last seizure, she was as rigid as a board and did not come back. The vet said to put her down.

He thought I was crazy when I said, nope, we’d give her a few more days to come out of it.

I saw that little lion dog fight back from death so many time, I was not about to steal away her last chance.

But she didn’t get better, so we had to put her down, sigh.

I have not thought of that in a long time and hope and pray the current Crack Puppy does not get that bad.

She’s half Shih-tzu, half-Maltese, so maybe that makes her stronger.

I sure hope so.

2 Responses to “Shaky Dog Love”

  1. Lillian L.. says:

    Have you tried homeopathic “Rescue Remedy” for her? I Know it works on humans and animals. Lots cheaper than meds from the vet. Just a thought. Hope she’s better, know it’s hard on you.

    • hams says:

      A couple of people have mentioned. I may try that. Giving “drops” to the Crack Puppy will be a joy. (Hiding pills in cheese, on the other hand, is dead easy).

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