tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39748511821254965752012-01-05T06:48:27.544ZRoxy's diary was created to help track events for supporting veterinary requirements relating to her treatment.Roxy Rottiehttps://profiles.google.com/114243796410282594452noreply@blogger.comBlogger2071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3974851182125496575.post-90166158265624186142011-12-20T22:36:00.000Z2011-12-20T22:40:24.923Z

Merry Christmas Everyone! Hope you all have a great time. We're looking forward to the break. As I'm in the middle of a cluster right now it should mean that we go through the main Christmas holidays unmolested by another visit... although you can never be sure. This cluster is particularly strong. Seems the thrashing about is very intense and then afterwards there's a really strong urge to

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Well it's coming up to Christmas and the family are getting together on the big day for turkey and goose. But the good news is there's not so many this year... which hopefully means more scraps for me! On the seizure front, well this past few weeks have seen a turn around. Dad's so pleased that the daily chompies have left me alone at last. I'm back to myself and feeling fit. Loving life right

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This week's been no fun at all. Dad's been off work and that usually means lots of trips to the woods. But we only managed it a couple of days. The chompies have well and truly taken over. Every day has been at least two half hour chompie sessions. The only thing we're grateful for is that they aren't as draining or debilitating as last week. Afterwards I can stand up at least and am back to

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Last week I started into a cluster on Mum's birthday. Wasn't good at all, but since then it's just been hitting even harder. It started out as the usual kind of seizure where I'd thrash and paddle before going off for a nap. After a nap I'd get up refreshed and ready to face the world again. Over the next few days though things weren't getting any better and we figured we'd be in for a 48 hour

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Over the past week things have been a bit tough. Since I've been having seizures they have always seemed to change in impact and severity. This past week has been full of chompies and head shaking. It seemed like it was never going to end. Every couple of hours I'd be chomping my teeth. Then a break of 5 minutes before chomping again. This would go on for at least 3 more times and then a break

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Turns out it's that time again. Time to go pay for the vets Audi again. This month we'll need another prescription drawing up and that means a trip to the vets. Because they won't do repeat prescriptions without seeing me and getting a consultancy fee. So dad makes the booking and we arrange to go in. The good thing about it is that I get a day out. Dad takes me to work and I get to stay with

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Well it's officially autumn now and I welcome it with a couple of seizures. Mum's got a new job that involves working shifts. So she's out early in the morning some days and back late others. I make the most of this by getting double breakfast at every opportunity. Mum gives me my breakfast then when dad gets up I pretend I'm really hungry and rather than phoning mum at work he feeds me too,

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Dad took me out his weekend. Was a massive long drive of 3+ hours in the car to go see some of his car club friends down in Chichester. Now Chichester isn't far from the sea so dad thought he'd make the effort and take me along for a swim. First off we stayed overnight and slept outside all night. When everyone else had pt up their tents dad said the weather was too good to sleep indoors so

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Last week things were going pretty well. The seizures hadn't been particularly bad for quite a while. A few here and there and easily manageable. Well I managed to write that on a friends blog and made myself look pretty silly for doing it. That night a cluster seizure kicked in big style. All night was spent seizure after seizure about an hour apart. I kept dad up all night. Then even after he

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June  20th 5:30 Decided to wake dad up nice and early before work with a big seizure. By the time he got down to me it was all over and all that he needed to do was mop up all the slobber and wee. I just snoozed for a while and then got up and went upstairs to bed so dad could get a half hour more sleep before getting up for work. 19:00 Mum and dad knew I wasn't done with the seizures as I was

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07:00 This weekend dad went away camping without me :( So I stayed home and looked after mum and Blaine. He got back on Sunday pretty tired from long days and early mornings so the seizure monster decided to have some fun with him. He's booked Monday and Tuesday off work so wouldn't you just know, at 7am I go off into a big seizure in the kitchen doorway. The clatter of my bowls and the rattling

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Over the past couple of week I've had a few of the big seizures, but not really like the usual clusters. It's been more of the one offs. That was until yesterday when I end up having three seizures. But I don't know if it's just mum and dad dealing with it better because they're so used to it, or if the after effects don't seem so bad these days. After a big seizure there's no major

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Dad's had a week of work and that's usually the cue for me to start having a cluster. But this time around... nothing! Dad piked about the right week for the weather too. All week has been sunny and dry apart from one day, so I've been out to the woods almost every day. Then at sometime during the week, maybe Wednesday or Thursday the chompies had stopped. So in all the last week has been a

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Well it's come around to renew my prescription. This means the vet wants to take their pound of flesh, well blood tests at least. So dad took me into work with him for the day. The weather today was too warm for me. I panted a lot as we walked down to the vets. As dad had given me my tablets at 7am they had to fit me in earlier than they wanted. The blood needs to be taken within 6 hours of

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I was in the middle of updating the page that listed all of Roxy's sezures since they started and when I clicked "Preview" to check it something went poof and it's all gone. Don't know what happened at all but the page is now 404 Missing In Action. Wish I'd got a decent backup of this site now :( Ah, well. 17:45 So tonight I figured it needed to be updated because she had a full seizure. She's

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I thought that it may be educational to post a couple of video of the seizures that I'm having right now. I'll have batches of 3-5 chompies with 3-5 minutes in between. It's a little difficult to catch as I have them for such a short period. These are certainly easier to catch than the full blown seizures she has. Dad spends all his efforts trying to keep me safe so there's no time for camera

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This whole week has been really terrible and we're not sure it's going to get any better. I know dad's pretty worried by all of this. On the Sunday the seizures were reduced to chomping and head shaking, but never went into the usual muscle spasms and paddling. Since the seizures started about all that happened is they seem to have changed their behaviour again. Every day since Sunday I've

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After the start of this cluster dad figured we'd be spending a day or two dealing with the seizures. Turns out it had different plans. Seemed like the Monday seizure was going to be a one off. 13:00 That was until Thursday. Chris texted dad at work to say I'd just had a seizure. After that things went quiet again. 05:00 Saturday morning it must have sounded like a fire alarm going off. I'd

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20:40 Well today saw the return of the seizures. Probably the start of a cluster so this post will grow as it goes on. I was lazing around, as usual, and out of the blue I started with blinking and trying to get up. Dad looked at me and thought we might get away with it, but I rolled over and went into a big seizure. After it finished I was so wasted by it that I just went back off for a nap. No

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Well things have been going great lately, everything just seems great and I just seem to be enjoying life right now. We don't think about the seizure monster and we get on with living. Dad's even taken me into work a few times and everyone sees that as a trip to the vet these days. But instead it's just been an excuse for me to go with him and spend the day doing something different. Each time

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Well it may seem surreal but that's the question that was asked this morning at 03:40. "Can you hear Santa Claus?" At Christmas the kids bought me a squeaky Santa Claus toy. I've never really shown it much interest which is why it's survived through to February. It's most often in bed and everyone can than hear me getting in and out as it squeaks each time I do. But we weren't prepared for the

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Well the seizures haven't really stopped. But at least dad and I got a good nights sleep last night. Periodically yesterday I'd have a seizure, followed fairly closely by another. Dad didn't end up recording them all, but there must have been another 5 during the day. 09:40 Today they started later in the morning. I'd just woken up and was nosing dad in the face, then mooching around and pacing

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Wow, what a night. I've spent all night having seizure after seizure. Every hour another one. Poor dad's been kept up all night lying on the sofa, letting me out, mopping up and then calming me down and putting me back to bed. He sure looks beat today. From 23:30 last night I started having big seizures. After each one I was pretty spaced out and uncoordinated. At one point I stepped in my water

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We hope not. We're hoping that this cluster is at an end and we can start the new year without the torment. 08:00 Dad came charging downstairs to find me frothing and trashing in my bed. Same start to the day as before. 14:30 We went to the woods again as dad's car is finally back on the road. We called in for some spare parts along the way then went out into the woods for some fresh air and

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Seems like this is the week for seizures all right. Been getting them once a day so far and in the early morning to wake everyone up. 05:45 (Yesterday) Same old process. Wake dad up, need to go out and then after a bit of mooching around go back to bed. 07:25 (Today) Time to get up everyone! Dad took me downstairs and gave me some water, but I wasn't interested. When I finally went back up to

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08:15 Got visited again this morning. As ever dad's off work so the seizures just drop by in time. I woke mum and dad up again and dad came down to let me out and gave me my breakfast. Which was a bit of a result because later on mum came down and gave me my breakfast. Woohoo! Two breakfasts in one day. Always an upside to everything!

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09:00 Well it's been long in the coming but today I woke mum and dad at 9am with a full seizure. I was asleep in the bedroom when dad heard me chomping and thought nothing of it, until mum noticed I was going into a full seizure. It's been 3 months and 19 days since the last one - which is quite a record. Let's hope it's at least that long before another. Even though it's been so long since the

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Mum and dad took me out for a walk in the snow yesterday. It was great fun. We went all along the road to the shops and then went around to the park where dad filmed me eating snow. I just can't get enough of it. I like snow so much that when dad took me out today, he decided to clean the cars off first. I just stood and watched and this is how I ended up! Dad just stood laughing at me

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I really don't like dad much today. I know over the past week or so I've had a bit of a problem with smelly breath, but that's no excuse to torture me! For the past week or so mum and dad have been concerned about my breath. They say it smells bad. They also say that where I've been licking myself it's making me smell too. Dad's pretty sure it's not my mouth that smells. My teeth are in good

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Hooray! The snow has returned. I love snow. Dad took me out today and I bounced and played around like a spring deer. I just really like cold weather for walkies. With snow I love to eat it as I run along. I'll scoop my mouth in it and come out with it all over my nose - only picking the freshest and powdery snow of course. Dad said if I'm not careful I'll get brain-freeze. I'm not sure what

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... is definitely good news! It's been a relative age since the last seizure. If only we could put a finger on something to attribute it to. Nothing's changed. I'm still on the same tablets and food. It's just a break from the norm. And we're all very gratefull for it. Now the cold weather is here mums frustrated with me as I won't go out to the toilet in the cold mornings. That means there has

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Sam who? Yes, we know 31st October is traditionally celebrated as Hallowe'en these days. Particularly in the USA. This is turning into a hugely commercial event where everyone buys sweets for handing out at doorsteps as "Trick or Treat" gifts. Well this just isn't right. In my dads youth they celebrated Hallowe'en, but not as a some commercial festival for corporate gain. It was about simpler

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Well not wanting to tempt fate, but so far things are going pretty well. No sign of that nasty of seizure monster and no Tabasco's or chompies. Things have just been going really well! 50 Days without event is something to be really pleased about. We can't say why we have the good fortune, but simply welcome it with open arms. There's not so much to say really. We're well into autumn and it's

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I would say it's obvious really, as it's been a while and posting something is bound to be the kiss of death. But so far so good. It's been a while since the last episode, but we're expecting a visit anytime soon. We were thinking "Today's the day" a couple of times this week. I haven't had a full seizure, but I've had a couple of new small episodes of "falling". By that I mean episodes that

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20:00 (Monday) Last night I managed to go off into a full seizure whilst downstairs with mum watching TV. I guess mum's now taking it in her stride as she didn't even bother to call dad from upstairs. She just made sure I was safe and wiped up all the drool afterwards. 20:30 (Tuesday) Well almost the same time as last night, only this time I was all alone. Dad only found out about it because I

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Today dad thought I'd still got "that" look about me. So sure enough at around 7pm I started to go off on one. Mum was there too so saw for herself. I was well past the chompie stage and dad started calling me and trying to get my attention with some gentle rubs and I popped out of it again. It's really very strange, but if you can catch it in time it looks like the full seizure can be at least

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And we know what that means. Dad's got the next few weeks off work to use up some of his vast number of holiday allowance. As usual that's the trigger for me to get a visit from the seizure monster. He was still at work on Thursday and Friday though, so we thought it a little too early when the first full seizure struck. 21:15 (Thursday) No yelling or anything, dad just heard mum putting me

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Been a much better week this week. I'm still having the chompies every so often, but it's not as regular as it was. Just to annoy dad I've started playing up with taking my tablets lately. I'll let him drop them in my mouth, but then I'll either shake my head sending them flying, or just hold them in my mouth for ages making him think I've taken them. But I've also realised that if I wait for

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Since the last seizure things have stayed around the same. I still have regular chompies, probably 10 a day. It's just very frustrating as I don't know when they are coming. They tend to be when I'm relaxing, but that could just be a coincidence, because I do a lot of relaxing! Mum and dad are worried that I'll get one on the stairs and that'll mean me being disorientated and possibly fall. The

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This week's not been great. Since the full seizure on Saturday I've been suffering with a lot of Tabasco's or "chompies" as mum calls them. They've been a bit bigger than the usual ones too. I'll be chomping whilst sat up and then begin to keel over, just like I'm about to go full seizure. But as I start to roll I catch myself and sit comping for a while. Poor dad didn't realise I was going into

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We knew it was coming this week. For a few days I've been having Tabasco's and chomping away with lots of slobber. 21:15 (yesterday) finally I was lazing around down by mum when she thought I was stretching out in a big yawn. She thought it strange that it was taking a while and then I started off on a full seizure. I was all tangled up under the dining table so she shouted dad to come help.

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This past week has been pretty miserable. It's a typical British summer - raining every day. Which means I'm not keen on going outside at all. Brrr, get all cold and wet, no thanks. Wet weather also means no barbecue... and that means no treats at the weekend for me. Friday night I had a few Tabasco moments whilst sat with Dad at the computer. I quickly snapped out of them and looked at him as

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Well happy for some... just not for me. I started the day with a seizure at around 11:30 this morning. So dad's had to give me a bath because I was covered in slobber and wee. In the UK we don't celebrate Independence Day, but I certainly would if it meant I was independent of these seizures. But we'd like to wish all the American's out there a happy 4th of July. Later this afternoon dad's

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Sometime in the early morning I must have had a seizure. I was all alone in my bed and everyone else asleep in bed. Between Chris coming in late and about 7:00am this morning when I went upstairs into mum and dads room I'd had a seizure. When Blaine got up he found I'd poohed on the floor in the kitchen and there was slobber everywhere. I obviously just got on with it and when I went upstairs

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Well it's been overdue I guess. But we all know when it's going to happen. It's usually when things seem to be going really well and we're all happy, the weather's good, and dad's not at work again... well he is kinda this time. He's on a training course so he's not home. You may have noticed by now that the pictures in the blog posts tend to depict some scary monster when we get a visit from

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Wow, for the past week or so the weather has been truly great. Bright sunny days and temperatures of 30 degrees. Not that I like the heat that much, but I do like to be out in the sun. This weekend dad took me to the woods as usual. Only this time he'd forgotten to take my lead with him. That meant getting out of the car and walking with him on the street and across the road without it.Now it's

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Things have been going pretty good this month. So far the daily Tabasco's have stopped and I've been back to being myself. Following the messing about at the vets we finally got the blood test results and they showed the KBr levels were actually below what they should be. Not that I fully understand what it means but it came back as a 6 but the range it should be in is between 8 and 20. So that

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Dad took me out for a walk round the park late on Sunday night. It wasn't dark as we're supposed to be near the middle of summer - you wouldn't think so from all the rain we had today! As we were on our way back a guy with a young rottie on a lead walked up to us. Dad didn't put me on the lead or anything and the guy came over and asked "How do you get her to walk so well off the lead?" - as if

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19:45 I'd been lazing behind dad whilst he was on the computer. He noticed me have a couple of Tabasco's, so when one turned into a full seizure he didn't expect it. Turned out to be another draining one. Afterwards I didn't want to get up. I just wanted to lie there and sleep. Dad wouldn't let me though. He makes sure I get up and go outside for some air and to walk about a bit. I'm not sure

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Today is a bank holiday... meaning dad has yet more time off work. So as usual, time off means seizure. I'd had a few of the Tabasco moments in the evening. Nothing new there really. Only I guess they're a little more than that. Firstly the Tabasco moment were a lot of head shaking and tongue smacking. Now there's not so much head shaking. It really is closer to what Maureen describes as "Peanut

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Last night we got the full visit from the big bad scary seizure monster. It wasn't just the Tabasco that I've been having of late. It was a full body seizure, but with yet some other small, but scary differences to previous ones. 20:45 I'd been lazing around next to mum and was having the occasional Tabasco. Mum was keeping an eye on me and comforting me afterwards. Then I went into a much

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Well since my last full body seizure there's been just an ongoing bought of partial seizures. But it's been pretty much every day. It's pretty much just a Tabasco moment, but then it just ends. It can happen two or three times a day, but once I have one partial seizure, I'll then have another two or three in the same hour before they finally go away. At least they're not as debilitating as a

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Well this weekend has turned out to be a strange one as far as the seizures go. All throughout Sunday and into Monday morning I've been having these Tabasco episodes. They've not turned into a full seizure though, which is very strange. As I previously noted the Tabasco moment always turns into a full seizure of twisting, paddling, usually pacing and blindness, but now it seems this is a new

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Last night was a strange night. About 20:30 dad thought I was looking a bit strange, so figured he take me downstairs as he'd sensed the return of a seizure. Halfway down the stairs I started with a big Tabasco moment. Lot's of blinking and drooling. I just stood there on the stairs. Dad didn't want me to go into full seizure right there so he man handled me down stairs. This distracted me enough

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The seizures pay another visit. It's not that long since the last one, only 16 days. Mum and dad hadn't been home that long and shortly after I started with the Tabasco moments. Lots of slobber and smacking of lips. Mum distracted me from the first one by getting me my dinner. Any time after 5pm is late for dinner, I'm always on the ball when it comes to telling the time. After dinner I sat

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Oh dear. I don't think mum and dad are too impressed with me right now. I got a right good telling off. Just lately I've found out that those big flat things they lie down on at night are really comfy. I wait for them all to go to work and school, then sneak upstairs and make myself comfortable on mum and dads bed. I got away with it a few times. On Monday dad thought that there was a lot of

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Dad went away for the night and stayed away in Manchester on a training course. I know he's supposed to be off work all week this week, but it turns out the course is booked and other pressures mean he's got to go in to the Office on Thursday and Friday. That's not to say that because he planned time off but couldn't make it means that the seizures have been cancelled. I guess he never though of

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for barbecue! The weekend weather was just too good not to have a barbecue. You know what dad's like - if it's not cold, it's barbecue weather. So this weekend was a must have. Next week is Ian's birthday so he wanted to get a barbecue and try it out before next Saturday. Yeah, right. Like dad needs an excuse to light up the barby! So whilst dad's putting together the new barby, Chris takes

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It's been a real good week this week. Since Saturday's seizure there haven't been any others! Looks like it was a one off. Never before have I had just the one seizure in 24hours, so this is something be grateful for. Dad took me in to work with him on Thursday. I didn't even need to go see the vet and he still took me with him - what's that all about? Well it turns out after work we went to

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Damn, Damn, Damn. We've had such a great time of late we were almost beginning to forget about old creepy. Well it's snuck back upon us tonight. 21:45 Dad was shaving his head and I was curled up nicely sleeping  by the back door when I started to go wonky. Aparently it was a little different this time round. The seizure still made me cramp up and twist about but the paddling never kicked in. I

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Today saw the proper arrival of spring. Great sunshine and really warm. Dad said it was around 20 degrees centigrade today. All I know is that it's a great day to go for a walk in the woods. What makes it even more fun is the fact that over the past week it has been really wet. So that means there are plenty of big muddy puddles in the woods. Just what's needed on a warm day like this, lots of

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It's a difficult post to make, but such a landmark occasion we just can't let it slip by unnoticed. It's been over two months since my last seizure. This is something of a record for me, and one that is very welcome. I know that simply by putting this into words is going to be just the cause the blasted seizure monster needs to come a running. But right now life's too good not to see the silver

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It's been a strange weekend. Dad got up early on Saturday, loaded up his car and I haven't seen him until late evening. Same again Sunday. So where's he been and why couldn't I go with him? Mum decided to take me out for a walk on Saturday. So we went round the park and I got all dirty. When we got home mum and Chris coaxed me upstairs and tried to put me in the bath. What were they thinking?

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After going to the vets at the only time they had available on Wednesday, we thought it was a bit tight for the tablet deadline. Ideally we wanted in on Monday, but Wednesday was what we got. That meant getting the on-line order placed on Wednesday, hoping they shipped on Wednesday (but realising that the appointment was at 14:40 meant catching the post would be lucky). That would mean that by

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Dad took me into work again today. It was the first time in ages since I've been there. At first I wondered where we were going as it's unusual to get up so early and leave the house without breakfast! Once we got to work dad gave me my breakfast. Just as usual these days I polished the lot of in one go. Mum and dad reckon I've turned into a normal dog now. Since the last set of seizures I now

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Well not a lot has been going on recently. We've had some pretty awesome weather over the past month. Loads of snow to play in and then even more mud to wallow in as it melted. Every time we go out to the woods I come back filthy and need a good hosing down before I go in the house. It's just been a great month for being a dog. Eating snow or bathing in mud, what could be better. Dad's got me

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This week you'd hardly think we'd had such a hard time of things recently. It took a while but I'm pretty much back to my old self. I'm still a bit more clumsy and have given mum and dad a fright a couple of times when I misjudged my footing on the stairs and ended up bumping down them on my belly to land in a curled up heap at the bottom. I demonstrated just how clumsy I was when I went out for

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Over the last week things have gotten much better. With the seizures stopped I'm gradually getting back to my old self. Every day that goes by I get a little better. The seizures have definitely caused some brain damage, more memory loss than anything else. Dad's having to retrain me so I can at least get back to the basics of Sit and Down. I've been doing pretty good though. The worst affect

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This weekend has been one of the hardest for us all. The seizures just never seemed like they were going to end. They got to the point where dad didn't even record them as they were just going on and on with a two to three hour break in between. I'd only just started to recover when another would strike and leave me all debilitated, disorientated and blind. Dad had a decision to make that I

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01:30 Dad hadn't been in bed long when I started thrashing about and got him up to take me out. A little earlier than expected. I've also done something not so good to my hip or thigh. It's painful and I may have strained it. Getting up from lying down causes a cry of pain, so it looks like a bit of rest is needed. 03:00 After the last seizure I did my usual trick and decided to leave dad trying

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Thankfully it's been quite a while since my last seizure, 44 days ago. So todays seizure wasn't unexpected. We've been waiting for it for a while now, but what's really lucky is that dad booked a week off work to use up some more of his holiday. So at least I wasn't home alone when it happened. 12:40 Dad was working on the computer as usual, but was just about to take me out to the woods on a

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Wednesday this week is the first week since we got all the snow that dad couldn't get to work. Which for me was great news. It meant he could take me out for a walk in it! I love snow. I charge around all excited, chase snow balls and generally act all giddy. Dad laughs at my tracks in the snow. You can see my foot prints, but between them in most places is a groove where I drop my head down

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Hope you all had a good year last year and a better one this year. Mum and dad went next door and left me all on my own last night :( But they're making it up to me today by having a feast of pork, stuffing and all the trimmings. Hmmm. So I'm on extra good behaviour so I don't miss out. Not that I was on my own too long. Dad came home around 1am and then sat with me until 5am... he was

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We had a great fun day today. Christmas day is a day for all the family. Mum woke up a bit worse for wear this morning though. Mum and dad went next door with dads brother, his girlfriend and sister. Knowing what mum's like she can't just stop having fun. So they got in early this morning at 1:30am, hence mums somewhat worn and hungover state this morning. I had a great time opening my presents.

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Have a happy holiday everyone. Here's hoping you all have a great and fun time over the Christmas break. Over the past few weeks we've not been getting up to much. Since the last bout of seizures life is good again. Dad's been taking me out to the woods in this great chilly weather we've just had. It's freezing cold and feels like a real winter. We even had a tiny flurry of snow! Many places

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I was just thinking back about how long ago the seizures started and realised that it's been just over a year since I started having them. It somehow seems much longer than that. In all that time a lot has happened. Everyone now seems to be able to deal with things a whole lot better. I guess it's a case of having to. Mum and dad seem to be able to cope with all the pee and slobber... and the

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Last night wasn't a fun night for mum and dad. I had a quite a few Tabasco moments that they caught and prevented a full seizure. But I've been clingy and hyper, which annoys mum greatly. I lay there whining and until someone pays me attention. At 3am dad couldn't leave me alone any more. I spent ages crying and pacing at the bottom of the stairs. So dad came down and slept on the sofa stroking

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Early this morning at 2:30 I woke dad by emptying my water and food bowls. They make a real clatter when empty and I kept knocking them around until he got up. When he came downstairs I was all hyper and bouncy. No signs of a foamy face or pee, so no seizure. Just wanting attention. Dad then slept on the sofa and I went to bed in the kitchen to get some sleep knowing that someone was around. 05

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01:30 What a day! Dad stayed up late just in case I had another seizure, so I guess I thought I'd wait until he thought it was safe to go to bed. No sooner had his head hit the pillow when "Boom!" another seizure. Dad then lay on the sofa for an hour or so until I decided I wanted to go back up to bed. 04:00 Well it's still not over. Dad had to get up at 4am as I had another seizure. Again an

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06:00 Wake up dad it's time to get up for work! Well it will be in 30 minutes. But seeing as it's that time of the month I thought I'd get you up early with another seizure. It's been nearly 24 hours since the last one and I thought we were getting away with it. Still, I'm a little less confused this time around. Last time, after I was settling down dad thought I was going upstairs to the

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09:45 Being the weekend I couldn't let mum and dad lie in bed all day. So I made sure I woke them up by having a seizure. I thought we were another week away from this, but I guess the seizure monster had other ideas.

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As dad had yet another flexi-day from work... yes, I know he could almost be a teacher with the amount off time of he gets... we went out into the woods for a run around. Whilst the weather's gotten really cold lately it was still a really nice day for a trip out to the woods. I was in really good spirit today. Almost as soon as the lead was off I shot off into the woods for a good old chase

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Over the past few months dad's decided that we're going to come off the Epiphen and Potassium Bromide. We've gradually weaned it down to zero and for the last few months I've been drug free. Why? Well the drugs obviously weren't doing anything they were supposed to at the dosages I was taking them. The seizures still occurred with the same frequency, duration and intensity with them. So by

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Dad took me out to the woods today. I know he was really tired from watching me all night and me still getting him up relatively early this morning. Whilst we were in the woods we encountered a company of dog walkers with a pack of 14 dogs of all sizes. I've never been around so many so stuck close to dad to figure out what was going on. After we returned from the woods dad dried me off as it

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Being Friday the 13th we're hoping it turns out to be bad luck to be superstitious. Dad spent the night looking after me and when mum went to bed he came downstairs with me as he knew this wasn't over yet. But just after midnight I had a Tabasco moment. So dad was sure there was more to follow. Sure enough 20 minutes later I started to go into a seizure. But the strange thing is dad got to

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03:00 I woke mum and dad with a big seizure in the bedroom. Dad took me downstairs and let me out for a while. Then made himself comfortable on the sofa to keep an eye on me. I took pity on him though. About 10 minutes later I decided to go upstairs to bed so dad could come up with me. 10:00-15:00 With everyone at work and Blaine upstairs in bed with a bad cold/flu, he didn't notice that I'd

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Today we remember those who have fallen in battle to support and protect our nation. They have fought and protected our existence as we know it today and should be remembered for their valour and ultimate sacrifice. Long may you be remembered. Maybe one day we can all put down our weapons and learn to be grateful for what we have instead of fighting with others for what we don't. 13:45 Looks

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Since the last round of seizures things have gone back to their usual selves. My hyperactivity calmed down and I was soon back under control and responding as I should. No one would even realise anything had happened. On Friday I left mum to clean up a huge pile of hair that I barfed up. Dad said he'd take a picture but it was too gross and might scare people away. Dad reckons it looked like the

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03:30 Chris woke dad up real early as I was in the kitchen lying by the back door having a seizure. I made a right mess and was completely out of it when dad got to me. Dad stayed downstairs with me after that. It was a strange seizure and out of the pattern we were getting kind of used to. After all, I'd been through Sunday without an incident. So to have one like this is kind of strange. I've

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Well dad's certainly glad he took the time off work this week. I've been keeping him real busy with this cluster. Things just don't seem to be getting any better yet. 16:45 Friday. Just before mum got home from work I had another seizure that left me all panting and out of breath just as she got home. At around 20:30 and 22:30 dad noticed some strange small episodes. It was as I I was

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After getting sick last week I had a little more fun and games left in me.About 2:00am on Monday morning I started barking whilst downstairs in the kitchen. Dad must have thought it was a burglar so he let mum come a sort it out. Well when she came in and opened the door to let me out I just lay down in the kitchen doorway, just like I do when I'm waiting for dinner. I guess I have got her well

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Dad took me out for the day yesterday. He needed to do a favour for his mate Frank. So whilst he was working on his computers he figured he may as well take me out for the day... after all what trouble could I cause? For a Saturday, dad got up real early... well, when I say real early, I mean got up ready to go out. I mean that because I always get him up early to let me into the bedroom with

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Happy Birthday to me. I'm 39.2 years old! Well that's in dog years according to this. But I've decided to celebrate birthdays in humans years. Being a woman all you other women out there will appreciate just how great this is. I'm not nearly 40... I'm only 4 years old :) I even got a birthday card from mum, dad and the kids... but suspect dad's behind it. As a treat dad took me out to Doggy 

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3:20 Well mum was off to a hen weekend with the Derby and Joan club this morning to Benidorm. As she was being picked up at 3:30am I thought I'd wake dad up by having another seizure at 3:20am, so he could say goodbye for the weekend. 14:25 Oops, dad took me in to work to keep an eye on me and I've been good as gold all day. Then I go and have a seizure in the office with everyone looking. It's

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16:20 I was just lying there deep in sleep when the seizure struck. Same pattern as previously chomping, paddling and then a period of rest. After a short rest I'm up and wanting to pace around so dad had to take me down the stairs - I didn't want to go, but dad coxed and pulled me along until I could get outside.

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Mum and dad went off to Dublin over the weekend. Mum calls it Craggy Island after the island made famous by Father Ted Crilly and his hair brained cleric Dougal. They left me here all on my own... well apart from Chris and Blaine that is. Dad ate some nice fresh Galway oysters at Gallagher's Boxty House in Temple Bar. Mum and dad really like it there and would recommend it to anyone. The food's

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It seems that some people just can't help themselves when it comes to talking garbage. Especially to a child, erm adolescent. Thinking an adult should know best certainly isn't the always the case.Blaine took me out the other night and whilst walking off the lead a man with a Staffy decided to point out that as a dangerous dog I should be on the lead and stated that is what it says on the

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Sorry for the hijack of the site, but as this is a cause I feel strongly about and it needs all the publicity it can get, I feel justified in a little side tracking on this.For the past 18 years the Japanese have been whaling illegally by abusing the International Whaling Commissions moratorium on commercial whaling. The Japanese year on year have been returning to the Southern Ocean Whale

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Today was a great fun day out for me. Dad took me along to a meeting of some of the members of the car club he's a member of. I got to meet a whole load of really nice people from pug306.net.Dad got up and even before breakfast he took me outside and gave me a really good bath, shampoo and all. So there must have been something special going on.He'd spent the previous evening washing and

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I meant to post after the barbecue we had the other day, that dad actually used the Shito Hot sauce on some chicken.It was particularly brave as I wouldn't even sniff the jar.Once it was smeared over some chicken kebabs and cooked though it turned out to be not as bad as expected. Dad managed to eat the kebabs and even when I got to try some it went the way of all chicken, no questions, just

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