Last Saturday, Skye slept in after I woke up, which is totally normal for her. She loooves to snooze under the covers for at least an hour after I'm awake and moving around.
Anyway, Skye finally woke up and came downstairs, and I let her outside. We've been keeping the gate open as the snow melts, so I always stand at the door just in case she decides to try and wander. After she did her business, I called her in and she ran back to the house and inside. She sat for her treat, them BAM!
It was less bam and more of a slow motion sound (whoommm). She looked at me with panic in her eyes and fell over. Not seizing, but she couldn't for her life get her legs to do what she wanted. The whole time she was twisting her body, trying to get her legs back under her, but her eyes never left me, and her expression was clearly saying "WHAT THE FUNK IS HAPPENING?!?"
It only lasted about 20 seconds. I knelt next to her and stroked her head and chest and talked nice and soothing, and she was able to get back up. She went right over to her bed and curled up. She was clearly shaken up, and was shaking a little bit, but otherwise seemed okay. I checked her over, and the only thing off were her very white gums.
I immediately called my vet, who made me panic by saying it sounded like antifreeze poisoning, but by the time I had even explained the situation, Skye was up and playing with Parker. He was there when she collapsed, and gave her a thorough sniff over before he started trying to get her to play. I really love him sometimes.
|I've got your back, Mom.|
|Sometimes I do dumb things...|
Then, as if she hadn't had enough trouble, she broke her dewclaw in half doing who knows what on our walk yesterday. After everything else, I almost lost it seeing blood drip down her paw. This dog needs to live in a bubble, or else I'll be living in a padded cell somewhere by next week.
|But I love you, Mom|