Mornin' my friends! It's been a pretty stressful, on-edge week around here since Monday a week ago. In the middle of the night, Murphy the Camping Dog fell out of bed having a seizure. Momma Sharon said it seemed to last forever and she was really, really scared. Then later that same morning, Miss Murphy had another one. Within minutes, they were on their way to the animal hospital to see Dr. Furtado.
Dr. Furtado immediately gave her a dose of phenobarbital and did a full panel of bloodwork. Murphy was so confused and disoriented and Momma Sharon wasn't doing much better herself. All her bloodwork thankfully came back normal with the one exception of a marker indicating a seizure. Dr. Furtado figured out her medicine dosage and sent them back home.
Other than being kinda wobbly on her feet and her appetite increasing by 1000% percent, Murphy had a stable week with no more seizures and she actually gained a pound (which she really needed). Mom took her for a check-up yesterday and Dr. Furtado cleared them both to go camping on Thursday.
Mom will keep Murphy's meds with her at all times and will have the address of the nearest vet, just in case. I think that camping with me and Uncle Rob and his crew will do them both a world of good. We are all headed to Andrew Jackson State Park in Lancaster, SC for the weekend.
So keep all three of us in your thoughts and prayers as we head out on Thursday. Until my next Story, always remember . . .
"Peace, Love, & Camping With Murphy"