And I’m not talking about the weather. Sure, it’s cold, rainy, and gloomy, but I plan to stay inside most of the day, all cozy with the dogs. No, John and I got up and got ready to go out (he’s heading to his parents’, I was going to run a couple of quick errands), but before we could leave (thankfully, really), Roxy had a seizure. She’s been having them about one every week and a half or so, and I knew she was due for one this weekend. That was one of the reasons I had planned to stay home with her rather than go to PA in the first place. And maybe she did me a favor by getting it over with first thing – now I don’t have to worry about it every time I leave the house. Not for another week and a half, anyway. We (me and Roxy) spent about half an hour on the floor together, me holding her still, her drooling and panting on my right shoulder and arm. I certainly won’t be going out in the clothes I was wearing, and that sweater might be a goner.
She’s partway back to herself now (she’s eating). Once she recognizes her name, I’ll feel comfortable leaving.