Vito Declared Epileptic
Valley Fever has been ruled out as a cause for Vito’s recent seizures, as has parasites. It is thought the elevated reading on the blood work may (or may not) be a fluke. He will return to the vet for a recheck of his blood counts in 2 months.
There is no connection between the ‘start’ of the seizures and Vito’s surgery last month. It is possible the seizures have occurred in the past, but at times when Crabby and Crazy weren’t near to witness them.
Since Epilepsy is the name given to any condition where seizures occur, but no known physiological cause is found, Vito has earned the right to wear a medical alert collar identifying him as an epileptic. Problem is, Crabby is too scared to put Vito’s collar back on lest he have a seizure somewhere the collar might get caught on something, choking Vito.
Anti-seizure medication should not be stopped once started, but long-term treatment has many negative side effects. Therefore, only if and when Vito’s seizures increase to a frequency of more than twice a month he will be medicated. The troublesome part of this treatment plan is that it’s possible seizures are occurring, but they are not seen by Crabby or Crazy. Still, Vito is not aware they are happening, so, at least for now, the seizures effect Crabby and Crazy more than Vito.
Emergency obstruction surgery in May, seizures in June. Poor Big Guy can’t catch a break.
In a related story, Crabby has learned the rewards of worry: His palpable concern of Vito in Vito’s time of need has resulted in Crabby being tapped as a cuddle buddy for Vito. Seems Crabby Men and big strong wolves reborn really can express affection….
Sir William Achmed Back on his Fluoxetine
In an earlier post to the Run A Muck Ranch Blog, Crazy bragged about Willy’s 170 degree turnaround in attitude since removal of the relic roots of incorrect dental extractions from the Middle East. Turns out that near complete turnaround was only temporary as Willy enjoyed a life free of pain for the first time in a long time.
Due to his change in behavior, and under veterinary supervision, Willy was weaned off his Fluoxetine.
Once he became accustomed to the new oral sensation, or lack thereof, and once the Fluoxetine was completely out of his system, that 170 degree change shifted back 60 degrees, at least as it pertains to Crabby.
Willy’s battle with Crabby over Crazy’s attention is back with a vengeance. Since neither of the Run A Muck Ranch day vets will prescribe Fluoxetine in a dosage that will treat Crabby, and can be slipped into his morning coffee, Willy is the one who has to be medicated. It is better to have a medicated Willy than to have Willy go back to biting Crabby. Things get awkward at Run A Muck Ranch when that happens.
In a related story, Crazy is seeking a couple’s therapy program for Crabby and Willy. Since neither of the boys seem to understand it is possible for Crazy to love them both, she has no option but to seek professional help. Problem is, Willy and Crabby are so freakishly alike, it is unknown if any professional can get through to either one of them. Still, if anyone knows of a couples retreat they can be sent to, please let Crazy know.
Slugger Pleased Life is Back to Normal
Slugger’s entire life in captivity has been blessed with twice or more a day medications. Though he did not appreciate the Ivermectin for his mange back in his early days, all meds given in pill form were administered in a slice of tasty cold cut, no less than twice a day.
6 months ago, Slugger’s Valley Fever Titers came back negative. His vet directed his Fluconazole be reduced to once a day. Paranoid as Crazy is, she continued with twice a day pills. 3 months ago, with the second negative reading, Crazy did indeed reduce Slugger’s Fluconazole to once a day.
Slugger was crushed. It took him weeks to understand his evening pill was no more.
Slugger is pleased to announce that as of his latest titer check last week, the results of which came in today, his Valley Fever titers have elevated with a vengeance. Additionally, his hemoglobin is way out of whack, believed to be related to the disease.
The result of this development is that Slugger is now back on twice a day Fluconazole, and because the titers came back significantly increased after only 3 months of a reduced dosage, he may be on it for life.
Run A Muck Ranch has never had a kid so happy to be sick!
Charlie’s Equine Odontoclastic Tooth Resorption & Hypercementosis Cured-ish!
All lesions have healed on Charlie’s gums and he is now eating hard pellets without problems. The ‘cure’ is attributed to Equisano, a mushroom immune booster recommended by his regular vet as a last-ditch effort to save Charlie’s upper incisors.
Equine Odontoclastic Tooth Resorption & Hypercementosis is actually an immune disease that expresses itself dentally in horses. According to the specialist vet who recommended extractions, there is no cure. Charlie’s regular vet agreed, however, she heard from someone who knew someone who used Equisano to manage the condition. Since removal of all top incisors is a pretty drastic treatment, there would be no harm in trying another approach – enter Equisano.
If the product is ever discontinued on Charlie, the lesions and tooth soreness will return, so the treatment is permanent. There is only one source for the product (http://www.equisano.com/). If you are reading this, please light a candle that Noah’s Nutritionals, the makers of Equisano, never go out of business, lest Run A Muck Ranch be left with a horse that whinneys with a lisp.
Mortimer’s Brain Leak Needs to be Fixed After All
When Mortimer appeared in the driveway of Run A Muck Ranch and demanded to stay, he had a knot on his head. At the time, the vet determined it was a sebaceous cyst and no further treatment was needed. Crazy told people it was the unused part of Mortimer’s brain leaking out.
At his recent checkup, however, it was determined that the cyst had had changed, more particularly it had grown and was filling with fluids. Though it is not hurting Morty in any way, to leave it could cause complications. First, the shenanigans of Idiot and Stupid (that would be Mortimer and Slugger) have often times resulted in opening the cyst, which can cause infections. Second, as it grows, the cyst could become cancerous.
Rather than take a chance of Morty getting gangrene, requiring a head transplant, or getting cancer, it has been decided to have the cyst removed.
Scheduling of the surgery is forthcoming, contingent on when it can be done so as not to interfere with Morty’s summer camping schedule.
Perhaps if Crabby shows Morty the same heart felt worry and concern he showed Vito, next time the boys are camping in the cold, Morty will cuddle up and keep Crabby warm.
When asked for comment on his impending surgery, Morty replied “Do I get PILLS! Pills come in yummies! I want PILLS!”
Run A Muck Ranch would like to ask readers to send healthy vibes so the medical issues would subside, but I think at this point we can all agree, not only has that ship sailed, it sank somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle.
The Crazy Dog Lady and The Crabby Man Would Like to Say Something For the Record
Contrary to what some readers might start to think, and they really can’t be blamed for thinking so, there is no Münchausen syndrome by proxy at Run A Muck Ranch.
It is impossible to intentionally cause Valley Fever (Emmi, Slugger, Sarah and Angus), Epilepsy (Vito), unknown neurological problems not related to Valley Fever that don’t result in epilepsy (Sarah), sporatic attacks of megaesophagus (Sarah) an unremovable anal sac cyst (Maude), Equine Odontoclastic Tooth Resorption & Hypercementosis (Charlie), a horse’s inability to eat hay (Hal), a dog’s unwillingness to pass gas or get over constipation without opiates ( DASH!), Cherry Eye on a kid so hyper happy corrective surgeries wouldn’t take, so we have to wait until he gets older and slower to remove his tear ducts, which would then require twice a day eye drops (Hector) or a sebaceous cyst that is undergoing morphological changes that could turn serious (Morty).
Point to be made here, WHAT’S UP WITH A HORSE THAT CAN’T EAT HAY?!?!?! It is just a matter of time before some strange and new disease pops up at Run A Muck Ranch with one of the ‘healthy’ kids. Lord knows we have yet to have a kid that didn’t have some problem at end of life, even if end of life was younger than it should be. But we always fight to the end, while being careful to make sure the point of suffering or lack of quality of life is reached.
We used to say that there was a star over our home and that all dogs told tale of a magical place that existed under that star. We used to say that all strays would follow that star and make their presence known to the sucker humans that lived there.
It has taken years to reach this epiphany, but the a ha moment has happened: Only special needs kids, the kids that have mental or emotional problems, the ones with medical issues, the kids that anyone else would turn away because they are ‘too much trouble’ follow the star to Run A Muck Ranch.
If for no other purpose, I would like this blog to show people that dogs, horses, hamsters, whatever, are still treasures, even if they take a little more work than ‘normal’ ones. I especially want readers to notice that the vast majority of what you see on this blog is wagging tails, floppy tongues and happy dogs that, unless people were told they were sick or special needs, no one would even know.
Never discount the value of a dog that needs a little more than just a home.