It's my Woofday!!

Whoa! I am an old man! BOL! Today is my 9th Woofday!!! Mom and dad got me from the local ASPCA in 2001. I was 6 weeks old when they got me in May, and they figured out that today must be my woofday! Mom said because she can't devote the whole day to me, we will celebrate this weekend. I did get eggs and bacon for breakfast and we went on a long walkie this morning, so that was cool. Mom and dad have been together for 10 years, and they have had me for 9 of them!!! They say they can't imagine what life would be like without me...then said something about less debt, more vacation time, and a cleaner carpet...hmmmm... BOL! ;) Life just wouldn't be the same without me and I know they love my snuggles and crazy counter surfing abilities! hahaha.

Woofs to me!!

Seizure monster GO AWAY!

Grrrrrrrrr...

Seizures today. Yuck. I woke mom up around 9 AM, I was licking her in the face so she knew something was up, I always let her know if I'm about to have one. So...she got me on the floor on a towel and just in the nick of time to. I had one, then another, then we went outside and I had 3 more within an hour. I ate, drank, went for a walk, and was acting normal, then another one hit. Man, there is just no rhyme or reason to these things. Now I am heavily drugged, bol, valium is an epi-dog's best friend. Mom says I look so silly walking around sideways and passing out mid-stride, but she really hates to see me like that.

The worst part is she has to go to work and daddy won't be home for 2 hours. She thinks I am done for the day...it's been an hour since my last one and hopefully I will just pass out when she leaves. Sammy got in BIG trouble today. He was being a big meany to me. Every time mom would go in for a second, and we were outside, I would try to get to the door and Sammy would snap and growl at me. So she threw him inside and smacked him on the butt as hard as she could (which isn't very hard and he probably didn't even feel it). She spent the morning outside with me holding my head if I was having a seizure and comforting me when I wasn't.

When we came inside Sammy was under the bed with his nose poking out. If you have never seen a 100 lbs dog pout, you really should witness it. It is quite pathetic. When I get out of my funk today, I'm gonna tell him how ridiculous it is to be jealous of the attention I am getting when I have a seizure. He pouted until mom finally told him it was ok and threw the ball for him. Baby brothers, sheesh!

Hope I feel better later, I hate these stupid seizures and I wish they would just GO AWAY!!

Woofs, sleepy drugged up Jeb

Call me the cake monster ;)

hehehe.

Well I am sure by now you have all heard of my legendary counter surfing skills. I usually work by leaving the item on the counter, and sticking my head up there sideways to munch on whatever item it is. I have consumed entire loafs of bread, 12 dozen muffins, bowls of candy, bags of treats, licked countless plates/pans in the sink and other assorted items, some edible, some not, BOL!

So last week was mom's birthday and dad made her a cake. Rainbow chip, her fave. All week they had been eating on it, and putting it in the microwave for safe keeping when they weren't eating it. Well...yesterday dad heated up some pizza and forgot to put the cake back in the microwave when he was done. Then he went upstairs to take a nap. So mom comes home, with guests, to aluminum foil and cake all over the kitchen floor, cake everywhere on the counter , and me covered in icing. She said I smelled like a fresh baked cake, BOL!

I had icing in my ears, on my nose, in my fur all the way down to my chest. The pan was still on the counter, but...all that was left were crumbs. The guests staying at our house this weekend have a dog, Panda. She had cake all over her too, so I had an accomplice. ;) Sammy, didn't have any cake on him, so mom assumed he didn't eat any and told him he was a good boy, blah blah blah. I swear I saw him eat a piece, he just cleaned himself up.

We devoured a little over half a cake, while dad slept upstairs. My belly was so full, if you stuck a pin in it, it would have popped like a balloon, BOL! ahhhhhhhhhh...I was in trouble, but mom found it hard to be mad at me, because I smelled so sweet :) She hosed me off outside which made me very unhappy, and she said this was my punishment.

Would I do it again...in a second. I see why rainbow chip is mom's fave!

Good news, we think :)

So...I went to the vet today. I was very nervous and I had to be muzzled to get blood work done, hehe. I was freaking out and mom was trying to keep me calm, but it wasn't working. So they took me, very unwillingly, to the back and got the blood. I only weigh 36 lbs right now. Last year at my physical in October I weighed 46 lbs. So the weight loss is an issue for sure. The vet is doing a regular CBC and also liver test and KBR test. She thinks maybe my not eating is from liver disease or it could just be that I am extra picky, BOL. We won't know for sure, but she told mom to keep feeding me kibbles and bits if it's what I want to eat because I need to get some weight on my body. Now the good news is... I am not BLIND!!! She thinks the spatial awareness, anxiety, sleeping problems and all that stuff is from the seizures and that I will make a complete recovery. WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Mom is so happy, she started to cry. She really thought it was gonna be bad news. The vet says that we will add phenobarb back to my meds if I don't have liver damage or we might increase the KBr if the levels are low enough. We will know more tomorrow as the tests come in. I will post the results in my diary.

I got to go to Petsmart after the vet and get a $30 spending spree, hehe, because the vet didn't charge mom a vet visit so she spent that money on me ;) I got rawhides, sirloin tip treats, marrow bones and a new collar. I picked them all out myself and dad was taking me home to enjoy them. I MIGHT share with Sammy, as he was pretty patient with me over these past few days.

Thank you all so much for your love and support. Without you all mommy wouldn't have been able to handle this as well as she did. I wuv you all so much pals. Woofs, Jebbers

Thanks guys. I fell down the stairs today, I was playing tug with Sammy at the top, I lost and went all the way down...Mom rushed to me and I was ok, but a little shaken. So...we have put up a baby gate at the bottom to make sure I don't go up and down while no one is home. I slept a little better but still whiny and pacing. I am playing with Sammy now though and I have no trouble following mom's voice so my hearing is ok...it's just the eyes...

I have hope though that I will snap out of this. Mom thinks it's getting better everyday and hopefully tomorrow at the vet we will find out more info about if I am blind or not. I seem to follow mom's finger, but it might just be smell or something, who knows.

Thanks for the puppy love and great advice.

Thanks so much guys...mom is just in tears nonstop here. We don't know what to do with me. We are trying to make me comfie and happy. Today mom took us for a LONG walk at our favorite place and we get to run and play and swim, it's an old construction sight, the builder ran out of money before it was complete so it's just miles of trails and empty lots and ponds...anyway I was running all around and having the time of my life...getting tangled, running into trees, falling head first into the dirt piles and following Sammy into the water before I knew what was happening...but I had a great time. Then we came home and we got ham bones, YUM!

So mom thinks I am for sure blind...but if it goes deeper then that we don't know. She is so sad for me, but frustrated at the same time as I am out of control. She is being very patient with me, but this just can't go on...the way it is now I cannot be left alone in the house or outside, I would hurt myself and Sammy is losing patience with me as I keep stepping on him.

Anyway we will see what the vet says. For now mom is keeping me happy and safe. I am asleep on her lap now, squished actually because Sammy is laying on top of me ;) She is pretty sure I am not in any pain, the whining is from the confusion of me not being able to see. At least this is what we are thinking.

We don't go to the vet until Thursday because that is when MY vet is there, the one who has been seeing me since I became epileptic 4 years ago. Mom thinks the time is good, maybe I will snap out of this and continue to recover. Dad says I am acting a little better every day so...just keep you paws crossed and keep those puppy prayers coming! Wuf you, Jebbers

not doing too hot

Hi woofs.
Well, I am not doing very well. Mom went to see her mom this past weekend, and left us boys with dad. Mom got a call from dad on Friday saying I was having a bunch of seizures. Well...what is mom supposed to do she is in Arkansas. So anyway, her whole trip was basically ruined with worry about me. In all I had over 15 within 48 hours. We can't figure out why, I have NEVER had that many at one time. I have had some sort of permanent damage from it, as I now run into things, don't respond to their voices, fall down the stairs, poop and pee in the house when I was just let out, try to bite Sammy, and am just totally nuerotic and incoherent. Mom is doing the best she can with me and daddy too. Basically they are giving me benadryl to make me sleep. I whine in my sleep and can't stay still for very long. I have to go to the vet to see if they know what to do. Mom is very, very, very sad as she says her and daddy can't live with me like this. I am not happy. I might not be in pain, but there is somthing just not right about me. To live like this would mean I have to stay in a crate (which I would just thrash around in) or a pen outside (which would need to be built and which I would still be unhappy) Decisions have to be made and mom is very, very sad as she thought we would have more time before this sort of thing happened. Anyway, we won't be on much in the next few days. Please pray for me to snap out of this and get better. Love, Jebbers

Happy Woofday to me!

Hi pals! Thank you all for the presents on my page! I am 7 today, I just can't believe it. Time sure flies when you have a grrrrrrrrrrreat life! Mom didn't give me a present yet, but she said she will come home with one tonight after work. I hope she gets me something yummy... a whopper perhaps :) Mom's birthday is Thursday and she said I can share her cake, BOL. I don't care, as long as I get the corner piece, hehe. I love all of you and I am so happy to have so many pals to share my woofday with. Love, Jeb

Limerick for me

Limerick for Jeb, written for me by my pal Cooper:

"A dog named Jeb loved to nap
Often found resting in his momma's lap
She asked "what's up pup?"
As one day he got up
And said "I've got to go take a crap"

so far so good

Well... it's been 5 days since we cut my Phenobarbitol in half and increased the KBr. No seizures *paws crossed* yet and I seem to be feeling better. I think then Denamarin supplement that I am on is really helping. I haven't had any accidents in the bed or house all week. I wouldn't say I am back to my old grouchy self, but I'm getting there! hehe. I made sure to let the trick or treaters know who was boss tonight. I think I scared them by barking more then the silly noise maker mom had outside in the yard. I had my skunk costume on... maybe they thought I was gonna spray 'em??? BOL!

I really appreciate all my pals thinking about me and taking the time to ask how I am doing. I wuv you all and you all make me feel so special *hugs*