Kathy was working in the yard today and came around to the front to find Clyde in the “sitting down” position (down in front and back) shaking all over. He looked very worried and could not respond to anything Kathy said.

Kathy was frightened, worried that Clyde had eaten the giant grub she had dug up when planting azaleas. She feared the grub was poisonous. She also thought perhaps Clyde was having a heat stroke from being in the sun, so she ran to get him some water. Stout followed her and was quite happy to drink some of the water Kathy set before Clyde. Stout was not at all concerned about his brother who was shaking violently and started swaying back and forth.

Kathy was very scared, and called me, leaving a message on my cell phone. She was able to coax and drag Clyde into the van to get him to the vet. By the time they arrived, he was fine.

The vet believes Clyde may have epilepsy, and that there is no way to predict whether he’ll have more seizures or how often. If he starts having them too frequently, Clyde will have to go on daily medication for the rest of his life.

Poor Clyde. He was scared by the whole thing. A blood test is currently underway, and he is enjoying the remnants of the valium shot the vet gave him “just in case.” I think it would have been better to give the valium to poor Kathy.

In a related conversation with the girls this evening, Kathy talked about the giant, long, white grub and how gross it was. She said it reminded her of a male body part. I objected strongly and cautioned she should not be making such associations for her young girls. Kathy thought at this point in their lives, she is fine with them having such associations. Grubs and I get no respect.