Clyde and Stout were playing outside yesterday. I went out to rake the yard, and Clyde was standing in the driveway looking worried. He had foam coming out of his mouth, and was squatting a bit. I went to pet him, and I could feel he was shaking. He seemed to want to go inside, so I led him in, where he immediately went to stand next to Kathy. We’re pretty sure he had just had a seizure. This would be the second one we know about. The last one was in September.
Or, he could have been having a reaction to candy or nuts. A couple of the neighborhood boys set up camp in the back corner of our yard and ate a bunch of candy and pistachio’s. I found about 20 Tootsie Roll and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup wrappers along with over a hundred pistachio shells. I found Stout and Clyde rummaging through the remains. No telling how much they ate.
I don’t recall ever sneaking food into the woods as a kid. We wouldn’t have had pistachios to sneak. Too expensive. Maybe peanuts during football season.
We certainly did have pistachios, but we kept them up in Dad’s closet next to the .38 pistol.
Love,
Mom
It’s true.