Aug 21, 2012 04:29
Loki had a $500 seizure.
When he needs to go for a walk, he walks to the door, flops down, and sighs. After a few minutes he walks to his bed, flops down, and sighs. He walks over to me and hovers just out of petting reach. He sighs. He gnaws on the gate when I lock him out while cooking. The only time he's desperate to go outside is when it's raining, and then no treat, bone, or act of God will encourage him to shit. Sometimes, for no reason at all, he'll shit in the bathtub. He refuses to walk up and down stairs. We live upstairs.
He's on a mission to piss me off.
It's not working.
I can't be angry at a dog, not even when that dog is Loki and he's trying out his vocal cords on the interstate. Not even when I try to take him to the emergency vet at Ungodly-O-Clock and he refuses to leave the car. Not even when he eats out of the litter box. Not even when he commandeers my memory foam mat. He's an asshole, but I love him.
Anyways, the vet charged me $500 to say "Well, I've ruled everything out so it must be epilepsy." We'll see.