I stayed up waay too late, farting around on pac.krat so by the time 4
am rolled around, I'd had a whopping 2 hours o' shuteye. At that point,
I woke up to Patrick howling outside. This can mean only 1 thing: the
man has had a seizure (note to self, please double-check how long it's
been since he had one, less than a month, I think) because if anyone in
this house sleeps through the night, it's my man with the long body and
the small helping of brain power.

Dude needs his rest.

I get up, go outside to call him in. The telltale drool is there on his
chest but we'd slept through most of the seizing festivites because,
thank the Jesus, his tail is already back to wagging. I slip him an
extra dose of his meds and check for damage.

Ew. Ew. Ew.

Usually when he seizes, he's sleeping in a bed or in a crate. He'll pee
and drool a lot but we can wash the bedding without too much trouble.
Whatever the hell went on tonight resulted in dog crap spread somewhat
evenly around the dining room, though mainly on the hardwood.

I went to grab paper towels and get to work, mainly to prevent the
spreading of said crap throughout the house. Naturally the paper towel
holder was empty so I had to go down to the basement for some more. On
the way, I found a mostly full bottle, er, jug, of Nature's Mi.racle so
go me!

I got down on my hands and knees, grateful that we'd forgotten to turn
the living room lights off since that helped me see the wake of
destruction better. As I'm cleaning, Pat comes sauntering in and I see
that he's ripped his nose open again. The bleeding has stopped and he's
mostly back to himself so I decide to leave well enough alone.

There is still bedding and a dog to be washed but at 4 a.m., enough is
enough. I checked on everyone one last time, then came back to bed.

I'm sure Val will wake up any minute now, I hear her in there coughing.

I worry that Pat's seizures are getting closer together. We've already
upped his pheno dose once in the last year, it's probably time to do it
again.