Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Awakened in the night...

My dog Arran has been causing a lot of drama lately.  A few days ago, he sneaked out of the house and went for a run on his own, prompting Bill to go hunting for him.  Fortunately, a neighbor took him in before he got into any trouble.

Then early this morning, at about 2:45am, Arran woke me up because he was licking himself and hitting me in the back.  I got up to pee and when I came back, he had moved to my spot of the bed and was starting to retch as if he was going to vomit.  There's nothing like the sound of a dog about to throw up to cause a person to spring into action.  Bill jumped out of bed as I turned on the light.

I urged Arran off the bed, which had freshly laundered sheets on it, and he puked on the floor.  Then, as I started cleaning up the mess, he let out a blood curdling scream and acted very disoriented.

This is not the first time Arran has done this, although it is the first time in over a year.  In late November 2016, he was sitting next to me on the couch, sleeping, when he woke up, screamed, puked, pooped on himself, and acted very disoriented for a few minutes.  The one he had this morning was a less severe version of the one he had in 2016.

Although these spells don't really look like full blown grand mal seizures, I'm pretty sure they are some kind of seizures.  But since he doesn't have them often and is completely normal afterwards, I haven't had him tested for any diseases.  He did have a full battery of blood tests a few months ago because he got a dental cleaning.  He was completely normal.

My other dog, Zane, stayed under the covers the whole time as Bill tended to Arran and I mopped up yet another puke stain on the carpet.  I need to get Zane in to the vet for an allergy shot, so maybe I'll bring Arran, too.  He's otherwise acting just like himself, though.  Some dogs have these idiopathic spells, I guess.  If it happens again anytime soon, I'll have the vet check him out more thoroughly.

Good thing he's so gorgeous and cute.

Zane and Arran a few years ago, when we were in North Carolina and they were less gray...


  1. I'm not exactly a vet, but it does sound as though it's something neurological. Poor Arran. I'm glad it doesn't happen often.


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