My Damned Dog’s Self-Induced Seizures

My damned dog is so picky that she has begun “boycotting” mealtime unless there’s something mixed into her kibble.

Seriously, she won’t eat otherwise.

The problem is that if she doesn’t eat, then she gets hypo-glycemic, which the vet is fairly certain has been causing her seizures. (Hmmm, I’m just realizing I didn’t post about Spree’s second seizure a few months ago…. sorry. Maybe I was wanting to block it out?)

It goes like this: Refuse to eat – Vomit yellow bile from an upset empty tummy – Seize.

It happened this morning.

There’s a way to counteract the hypo-glycemia though, if we can get to her quickly enough after vomiting.

Ice cream.

The answer to every apoplectic girl’s problems?  You decide.

Vanilla ice cream. (Because chocolate ice cream for a dog would cause all kinds of other trouble – which is where the ice-cream-answer-to-apoplexy theory breaks down.)

Vanilla would never make me feel better.

Anyhoo…. so yeah, vanilla ice cream.  Easy, right?

Notsomuch.

So there I am racing the clock, desperately digging for the one remaining ice cream that HAD THE DOG’S NAME WRITTEN ON IT, complaining all the while that someone in this family who is not me ate it I couldn’t find it….

Spree refused vanilla yogurt, cool whip and finally settled on some peanut butter, which is better than nothing I suppose, but not exactly quickly administered.

Ever seen a dog eat peanut butter?

It takes a while.

Gratefully, no seizure.

I think I deserve a little ice cream of my own.

Chocolate, of course.