Tidbits

   Monday was corporate audit day at the Kwik-E-Mart. The bean counters from downtown were scouring the store, searching for errors and omissions, white gloving the shelves, and date checking the breads. Mr. and Mrs. Ho spent the morning scurrying around filling shelves, washing windows, and generally being miserable while Mr. Downtown made little ticks on his clipboard, and "hmmm'd" and "oh'd" (I think just because he liked the effect it had on them). Mrs. Ho made me Windex the windows on the Popsicle freezer three times before I finally escaped for my lunch break.
   Things, I understand, went well. I returned from my lunch break to a beaming Mr. and Mrs. Ho. It seems we set some kind of record for corporate audit success. It was big kisses all around. Well, from Mr. Ho, anyway. I didn't let Mrs. Ho near me.


   The doorbell rang at one point today, and Shadow didn't go nuts. "That's odd," I thought. When I got upstairs I discovered that it was a couple of Matthew's friends at the door, and Shadow was in his glory being petted and played with. I had to tell the boys that Matt was in Ottawa visiting his cousins this week, and they left disappointed. I'm still not sure why one of them was wearing a hollowed out watermelon on his head. 


   Dawn noticed that I alluded to Shadow's medical status without explicitly explaining it. That was simply to allow for further blog entries like this one. Don't want me to blow my wad all at once, do you Dawn?
   So, how is Shadow? Shadow is good. He's got epilepsy, of course, but aside from that he's well. He'd had a seizure here and there, but nothing frequent and regular until last month, when he had two in two days. "That's the end of the waiting game," the Vet announced. We had to medicate him. So,he's on 60mg of Phenobarbitol twice a day. A measly dosage for a dog his size, I am told.
   At first he was a wreck. He staggered about, bumped into walls, fell over trying to scratch, slept a lot. Then he got diarrhea, and stopped eating for almost a week. Durning that time, he became so weak that he had days on which it was almost impossible for him to heave himself to his feet to go outside.
   And we're at the Vet's, and she's talking about sending him to Guelph for a doggie MRI to find out if has an inoperable brain tumor, and we're, like, why would we do that? If he has an inoperable brain tumor, how will knowing (at a cost of $2500 by the way) help us at all?
   And then, he gets better. Like he had just been a newt for the weekend, or something, and he's all dancin' and a prancin', like he was never sick. And even the medication isn't making him dopey right now. Except that they're going to increase his dosage tomorrow, and then we'll see what we shall see. Again.

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