Poor dog
Roxy had a seizure tonight. It’s the first one in more than a month, and I didn’t actually see it, but I’m sure of it. We banished the dogs to the backyard while we ate tonight, and when I went to let them in, she didn’t come. I looked out, and she was standing right at the top of the stairs on the deck, with her head between the bench and the railing. Not stuck, but not moving. Not normal. I got her in the house, and now she’s wandering the first floor in recovery mode. She’s not herself yet.