Saturday, July 17, 2010

Lord T'underin'

Thunder throughout the night is no longer an infrequent occurrence but has almost come to be expected. It's prudent to shut down and unplug the computer to avoid having to get out of bed and do it in the wee hours.

The vet sent sedatives for the old dog, to be given at the onset of a thunderstorm or when we notice she is hearing thunder even if we are not: she pants and paces. Instructions on the bottle said "Give two. Give a third if necessary. No more than three in any one day." Scott gave Casper two last night around 10. Twelve hours later she put us in mind of a dead dog, exceedingly slow to respond to our calls, to raise her head, to stand. Even tonight she looks like she's been "rode hard and put to bed wet," as the saying goes, although she eagerly accompanied me on an evening walk so clearly she's okay.

Next time we'll try just one pill. It was pretty pathetic, watching her oh-so-slowly lift her head this morning when I stepped out the door and called her from her sleeping position under the caraganas. For a few tense moments we worried that she was not going to move ever again.


  1. Aw, poor pooch. But your photo is gorgeous!

  2. I have a dog like that. She has a very low tolerance for pain killers and sedatives. She hates thunder and loud noises as well. I had to take her to an emergency vet for a snake bite and they gave her a small sedative so they could treat her. When she woke up she keep staring at spots on the floor and tried to get them to move. On the way home through a violent storm leaning her head against the window and watched the lightning. Poor baby was out of it.

  3. Well at least you found something to help out. Now its getting down to the right dosage.


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