Another Tear-Filled Sunday

My sweet Scooter is still not feeling better. He had an episode this morning that was terrifying!

He has been pretty quiet and disoriented all day again. So, I spent the morning holding him and crying. I told him if it was time to go that he could, but he just licked me. Once we got home, he perked up a bit. I love the rays of hope. :)

Shortly after we got home though, Ricky and Ty were fighting over who had to clean the room and a physical fight ensued. To make a long story short, Ricky ended up telling me to "Screw You."

Start the tears again. That just pushed the envelope WAY farther than what I will accept from a child. I had half a mind to slap him silly or punch him in his face. I will not be treated like this. He was suspended from school for fighting on Wednesday! GRRRRR

Therapy is a joke!! 2 years and thousands of dollars wasted....

Any suggestions? Anyone?

Cricket, cricket....

lol

Tomorrow's another day, and it will be better, 'cuz he goes to school!!! :)

Strange Monday

Monday morning. Scooter visited the vet. She confirmed that, yes, it was indeed a seizure. He is "mid-life" in age, which basically means there is no reason he should be having seizures. If he were younger or older, she could nail it down with a few tests. But, we did blood work, and everything is normal.

For now, I need to keep a journal to see if there is any pattern. Her thoughts are that his seizure was stress induced! Poor pup. I asked what specifically would stress a dog. Vacations, other animals in the home, changes in lifestyle. Just to name a few. Check, check and check.

That's bad news for Ruger, 'cuz I had Scooter first, and he takes priority. I like Ruger. He's cute and he has the "cute eyes" trick down pat. But, he's kinda a naughty little guy. He is not super socialized, he's moody & he wants to be the alpha dog so badly.

But, man, can that little guy jump. He jumps from the floor to the counter top. (maybe he is part kitty?) He is such a good boy when I take him on walks. He is a WAY good boy in the car. He doesn't hog my bed like Scooter does, instead he gives me the room I need and will shift when needed.

Darn. I need to focus on his less preferred traits so that I give him a new home. I don't want to give up on him though. He has come SO far since December.

Look at him! His tooth hangs out when he's being goofy and he has a bunch of extra skin that gets all wrinkly when he's being goofy too...

Wow, there was a crash in the kitchen. Lunch is now all over the floor, and Ruger is wearing it on his whiskers and chin. LOL!

*Sigh*