John left Roxy with the vet for observation today, and she had another couple of seizures this afternoon. When I last talked to John, he was racing out of the office to get there before the doctor left so he could talk to her about Roxy. I just finished putting together a list with dates and details of all the seizures she’s had in the last year and a half. It’s a long list. John is more and more convinced that Riley isn’t being a nice doggie when he goes after her neck with his teeth (or “holds her down with the only tools he has at his disposal so she won’t hurt herself.” However you like to look at it). He might be trying to kill the demon that’s taken over his darling Roxy. I’m waiting by the phone for John to call, either from the vet or when he gets home. And I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat while I wait. Nothing particularly entertaining is coming to mind, so I’ll just go away and fret. And eat.
Update: John is home with both dogs, and Roxy’s doing okay for now. John has extra medicine and instructions on what to do if she has more seizures in the next couple of days. He’s going to try to work from home tomorrow so he can keep an eye on her. I feel better after talking to him (and after eating), and then I went to The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks and couldn’t stop giggling. On to Passive Aggressive Notes for more giggling. Hire taller staff!
And here: this sounds like a huge undertaking, but it would probably end up being the only cookbook anyone who isn’t already a brilliant chef would ever use again. Too bad no one is working on it.