Doesn’t everyone wash their floor at 5 am?

UPDATE: SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE POST FOR AN UPDATE!

As many of you know, we recently lost our German Shepherd Max. He actually had a long battle with an infection and the pain just got to be too much so we “sent him to Rainbow Bridge” as they say. You can see my tribute to him here: In Loving Memory – Max. Thank you everyone for all the wonderful sympathy and kind words about Max.

Anyhow, we still have another dog, Simon, that we raised from a wee pup of 8 weeks old.

Here is Simon as a puppy:

You can see a more recent picture of him in this post: Wordless Wednesday – my canine kids.

This morning a little before 5 am, we were awoken to the sound of Simon screeching and crying. We heard him get up from our room and fumble his way through the hallway and into the kitchen, still making these awful sounds. I thought, somehow, he had some sort of animal. Not sure how it got in the house, but I was just woke up from a sound sleep and wasn’t thinking clearly. In talking afterwards, Ed thought the same thing.

We both ran through the house and into the kitchen where Simon had proceeded to knock down 2 kitchen chairs and was under the table shaking and kicking while laying on his side. There was a horrible smell and he was foaming at the mouth.

The first thing I thought of was the t-bone steak bone we gave him earlier, and so Ed stuck his fingers in Simon’s mouth to make sure he wasn’t choking. Word of advice. DON’T EVER DO THAT. Ed ended up bleeding. After what seemed like 15 minutes but was likely around 5 or less, Simon stopped shaking and just laid there with his head up and the most demented look I have ever seen on a dog. I thought he was going to attack us. Eventually he did stand up but just stood there staring, as Ed said “like he was going to eat us.”

He called the emergency vet and they said we could bring him in but all they could do was watch and monitor him until we could bring him to our vet. I guess they have to do a bunch of tests. He had a seizure once before a few years ago but it was no where near this bad. He seems ok now, except he’s covered in urine and vomit and who knows what. What an awful smell.

So that leads me to why I was washing the floor at 5 am. Puddles upon puddles of the worst smelling stuff ever! And then I was afraid it got all over other stuff like the table and chairs so I washed them too. The worst part is that I STILL SMELL IT, even though it can’t possibly be there anymore.

So, we will take him to the vet in a couple of hours and go from there.

We seriously must be wearing signs that read “bring us your poor, your humble, your sick and defective animals!”

UPDATE:
They are pretty sure Simon has epilepsy. His blood was fine and his physical checked out so that is pretty much the diagnosis. They said he had a “severe” seizure because he stopping breathing twice that we noticed. If it had gone on much longer, he might not have made it back…

Thank you everyone for your concern, we really, really appreciate it!