It’s been a dog-focused kind of month in our home, with our two geriatric canine companions showing their age in ways that are making us a bit sad. Because they’re on my mind, here I am again with a dog story. Thanks for bearing with me…and the prize, when you keep reading, is a handy little tip for more effective conflict resolution.
Luigi is our little guy in his middle teen years.
Luigi was a finicky eater from the start of his life with us. Some days, he turned his nose up at his dog food entirely, even with the premium foods we offered. He’d sniff his food and walk away. He also earned the nickname Vomitar early on, due to his penchant for the periodic little bile upchucks that we came to understand were part of Life with Lu.
Then, about five years ago, he developed partial seizures. Trips down to Tufts’ Foster Hospital for Small Animals and several shockingly pricey MRIs later, he was prescribed potassium bromide to control the unexplained events. Suddenly our lively, mountain-climbing little dog was a groggy, fattening pile of snoring fur. And while the seizures were a bit more infrequent, they were by no means gone.
After a year of drugging him into a stupor, we decided to try something drastic: [Read more...]
