When I first introduced you to my foster dog, Ruby, I ended the post by saying "more adventures to come". What an understatement that was!!
First, she went into heat about a week after coming here. She was scheduled to be spayed just 2 days later, but that had to be postponed until she was out of heat. We survived that and a month later, she got spayed and after recovering from that, was finally ready to find her forever home.
The first family that was interested would have been perfect for her. They'd just had to put their previous dog down, and ultimately decided they wanted another male, so it was a no-go. The next family that inquired wasn't a good fit -- Ruby is a bouncy, in-your-face, play-play-play type. This family has a dog with hip issues, so he could unintentionally end up hurt if Ruby were to bounce on him. Thus, she was still hanging around here until the right home could be found.
Then came last weekend. Sunday morning, Ruby started having grand mal seizures. They were thankfully, short-lived, but pretty dramatic -- she was out of it/unresponsive, back legs paddling, rest of the body stiff/arched, hypersalivating, shaking violently. Think of the way Hollywood portrays a seizure & this was the canine equivalent. She had 7 of them in the first 24 hrs, until the vet was able to get her stabilized and on meds to control them. The good news is she hasn't had any since. The bad news is they can't figure out what caused/is causing them.
She's been walking around like a "punch drunk sailor" as her body acclimates to the meds. She's getting better, but still is lacking somewhat in coordination. It's like her back half and front half are a 1/2 beat out of sync. A couple more days and hopefully she'll be back to her usual bouncy self. Who would have thought I would miss that?
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