by Karl’s Mom If you have a dog with epilepsy you already know that the seizure itself is not always the hardest part. The hardest part is learning to read your dog. That takes time and it takes paying attention, and even then you will not always get it right. But when you do, […]
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Howdy everybody. It’s me, Karl. Master of the sea, land, and sky. Today we are talking about Green Turtle Cay. It was the day after Turkey Day. Well. We had chicken. So it was the day after Chicken Day, which I have decided is a real holiday now, and Captain Dad said we needed to
I Am Not a Backseat Shepherd Read More »
Ahoy, landlubbers, sailors, and RVers. It is me, Karl. I am currently guarding my RV, but I want to tell you more about my time at Green Turtle Cay in the Bahamas, because it was quite an adventure. If you know me, you know everything I do is an adventure. That is just how I
My name doesn’t matter much in this story. Karl calls me Dad, and that pretty much covers it. I want to tell you about my mornings, because I think it will help you understand who this guy is. Somewhere between two and three in the morning, I will feel it. A cold, wet
Nose. Toes. You Up? Read More »
Hi. I am Karl’s mom. He lets me borrow his page sometimes. I want to tell you about my boy. Karl is seven years old. He has severe epilepsy and has had grand mal seizures since he was two. In those five years we have tried medications, adjusted doses, monitored, worried, and spent
He Wakes up Wagging Every Single Time Read More »
Greetings from the hill country of Tehas. Karl here. German Shepherd. RV traveler. Former First Mate. Full time family protector. The day began with an act of principle. Breakfast was served. I approached my bowl with optimism. With trust. With hope. And then I saw it. New food.
Shakey Pills, Snooty Cats, and Questionable Kibble Read More »
I had to take a break from telling you about my adventures in the Bahamas to fill you in on the most shocking encounter. I was guarding the RV. Sitting outside sniffing the warm, dry Tehas air here in the hill country. There was a nice gentle 20 mile per hour breeze blowing
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The Quiet Signs In the days leading up to Karl’s first cluster attack, things felt slightly off in ways I couldn’t fully explain. Even then, I knew something wasn’t right. I told his dad more than once that Karl seemed different, but I struggled to put my finger on why. It was a quiet, uneasy
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The second seizure came almost exactly twenty-four hours after the first one. We hadn’t slept well that night. Even though I had tried to convince myself the first seizure might have been a one-time event, caused by something benign like fever or stress, my mind wouldn’t settle. I kept replaying the night before, reminding myself
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