My little guy just celebrated his 7th birthday today. We celebrated with a grilled hot dog and a brand new non-edible plush toy that he preceded to eat. Actually, it was a typical day with him devouring anything that's the slightest bit chewable. It's a compulsion of his, but the steroids he's on for a terrible skin allergy doesn't help him control his bad behavior.
Since April he's suffered from 4 seizures (that we humans have witnesses, no idea if he had any when he was alone.) So he's now begun taking an anti-seizure med called Phenobarb and we hope this stops them completely without any effect on his liver. But as Mom, there's nothing more terrifying to see than your baby sick and not knowing how to help them. I'm thinking "no more dogs for me" after what I've been through with this one. And I'll tell you something else...he's totally worth all the anxiety and expense. Wouldn't trade him for nothin'!
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