Sorry about the theme change.... again.... I know it is a little disconcerting. You go somewhere and expect a certain color background and a favorite font and !!BAM!! it's all changed.

It just didn't feel right. I have the same issue with clothes and shoes sometimes. It's not an issue of something not fitting properly it's about feeling comfortable being inside the clothes or shoes. Same goes for this blog. After I write the words they just haven't felt comfortable inside these themes. The black theme was not too bad but it was a little dark and tended to send me in that direction. Oh well.... I am still looking for a different platform and I'm sure whomever I choose will have a stack of themes to choose from and good tweekability....

Lynna is home with our sweet Lola today. Well to be truthful Lynna is feeling a bit under the weather also but little Lola has been having epileptic seizures this morning. Poor thing I feel so sorry for her... Lola not Lynna. Wait… I feel sorry for Lynna also but I feel sorrier..... Forget it I feel sorry for both of them.

I grew up with an Uncle that was epileptic and had very violent seizures, arm swinging, punching, kicking and screamoaning. After suffering a few scrapes and bruises and head bashings I learned to get away until an adult could get there to protect me. I was too young to have empathy for my Uncle Earl all I had was fear.

Lola is a different story altogether. It rips my heart out when she has a seizure. I guess it has to do with the fact that she can’t express herself afterward and it is difficult to tell when she is finally “OK” again. Normally she has mild seizures and lays on her side and convulses and whimpers. Occasionally she will have a strong seizure and her eyes snap wide open and she screams like a human being stabbed or tortured. It is almost more than I can take.

I’m not there this morning so I don’t know how bad they were but I hope for Lola and Lynna’s sake that they were mild seizures. Luckily they only last a short time and then of course Lola gets all kinds of special attention. She gets Haagen-Dazs ice cream and some other special stuff that Lynna has learned to give her to lesson the effects of the seizures and quicken her recovery time.

The doctor assures us that she doesn’t remember the pain or whatever occurs when she has a seizure but I remember it for days or weeks. And this is all about me, after all. Remember?

Lola is such a good dog. She had been trying to tell me since about 3:00am that she needed her Phenobarbital. I didn’t pay any attention to her. Sorry Lola. I was just trying to sleep. When I tried to go to bed about 10:00pm Lynna was asleep and the dogs were on my side of the bed. I didn’t want to wake Lynna trying to convince the dogs that they should sleep in any of the seven dog beds littering our bedroom floor so I trudged off to the living room to sleep in my recliner.

That only lasted till about 11:30pm when Jackie decided to crawl up under my blanket and nestle herself between my knees and fall fast asleep. At least until she got too hot thirty minutes later and kicked all the covers off my legs and then 15 minutes later stood on my thigh and pawed at my knee until I covered her up again… then repeat ad nauseum.

Then at 3:00am Lola began trying to tell me that something was wrong and I didn’t pay any attention. I just wanted to sleep. Sorry Lola but it’s Jackie’s fault. I think you should get a running start and roll her next time the little fat peanut is in the backyard. So I let Lola and Jackie have the recliner. We have two of those really big round dog beds. This is in addition to the seven in the bedroom. These two really big ones are in the living room.

Lynna found me this morning snuggled into the two big round dog beds in the floor of the living room. I guess we know who runs the show at my house.