deserves a mention. The much loved hound has not been very well. For some time he has been suffering from fits. Although worrying, these were initially sporadic, and the vet advised leaving things unless such time as they became more frequent. Over the course of this last six months they've ramped up and we've naturally become quiet anxious. A formal assessment was required which meant a trip to the vets.
Monty adores going in the car...it means he's off to visit someone...great fun...unless it's the V.E.T. Cue cartoon like behaviour. He has to be dragged/carried from the boot, then cowers beneath the chairs in the waiting room howling like a thing possessed, whist the other animals behave impeccably, casting him askance looks. The upshot of this traumatic experience is the vet believes he's suffering from a form of epilepsy...common in Border Collies apparently (not that he's pure-bred..his dad was a pedigree farm dog, but it has to be said his mum was just a naughty girl ;o) We were told that each time he fits, a small part of his brain is damaged which in the long term could cause a permanent seizure/death, so it's been decided he needs to be put on permanent medication which they hope will stabilise things. I was quite relieved he'd started the medication yesterday as the fireworks being let off last night left him trembling like a jelly and I'm pretty sure without the tablets he'd have been in a real state. Needless to say the coming days and Bonfire Night will mean he gets plenty of TLC to try to combat the stress.
Aww, poor Monty. I borrow my brother’s dog when I fancy having a pet. I get to go out dog-walking on sunny days. But, he gets the rainy days and the traumatic visits to the vets. I think we’ve worked this arrangement out quite well.
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