Last week, we had a rough time with our newest pack member, Otis. He has epilepsy and we had been working closely with our vet for several months to get him down to the lowest level of medication possible. Unfortunately, we hit a rough patch.
Over 24 hours, he had 16 seizures. We gave him as much medication as we could (until the vet told us we couldn’t give him any more) and still he had seizures. We were at the point of not knowing if he was going to make it. Ben and I both knew a hard decision was looming.
But, he pulled through. The seizures stopped and now, a week later, you’d never know anything happened to him. He’s the happy little cuddlebug we fell in love with in November. Otis is a living miracle and a true example of the power of love and a positive attitude. If Otis can get through the day with a smile, there’s hope for all of us.
Here’s a bit more about our Otis.
• He’s a one-trick schnoodle. Otis knows how to shake. It’s my favorite trick in the doggie playbook, but it’s the only one in Otis’ repertoire. If you ask him to sit, he extends his paw. If you ask him to lay down, again the paw. He’s mastered the shake and I believe he sees no reason to accommodate requests for lesser tricks.
• He’s a great conversationalist. Otis loves to talk. Sometimes, he chuffs at me and I chuff back at him. Other times, I speak for him (in a high-pitched baby voice, of course) and myself, carrying on long, elaborate dialogues about politics, current events, art, or who’s mama’s best boy. He maintains unflinching eye contact and appears very interested in everything that’s said. He may someday run for political office or write books on how to snag women. Either way.
• He’s a great kisser. Perhaps “great” isn’t quite the word for it. I believe it’s the poodle influence in his DNA, but Otis is a French kisser. The only thing fast on this low-riding fluffball is his tongue. He loves to give French kisses and they’re so fast, you barely know you’ve been hit until you feel a bit queasy. But, what can I do? He’s French.
• He has Old Man Butt. Otis’ physique is truly amazing. He’s a long sausage with super-thick, stumpy legs and a droopy old man butt. Watching him walk is one of life’s great joys. He’s surprisingly athletic, a great walker, and completely adorable. He won’t win any awards for best physique, but his body is a genetic miracle.
• He’s a midnight pooper. Actually, he’s more of a 2 a.m. pooper, but midnight pooper has a Steve Miller ring to it; I couldn’t resist. Otis has pooped only once on walks or hikes. He prefers our yard and he has a very delicate constitution. His prime pooping time is 2 a.m. and, if I don’t wake up in time, he will go on the carpet by the back door. We’re trying to retrain his bowels, but all he’ll do is shake hands.
We’re so grateful to have our funny little guy. His health is tenuous and every day with him is a gift…which we occasionally find on the office carpet. Long live Otis!