Like most of you, I stumbled across this forum in a desperate, frantic search for information about my dog's new condition. Roscoe is five, a mixed-breed rescue that we suspect has some Lab and some Boxer in him. Maybe also some German Shepherd. What I do know is that he's 80 pounds of 100-percent adorable. I always say I don't have kids... but I do. Roscoe counts.
Saturday, we took him as we always do to the vet for his annual immunizations. I feel bad for doing this, as I'm only now reading that that can trigger seizures in dogs. In any case, Saturday he was fine. Sunday, most of the day he was fine. About 4 PM, he was snoozing on the couch just like normal, and I got up from our joint nap and went over to sit at the computer. I heard him scratching at the couch, and I fussed at him, but he didn't stop, and I looked around and immediately knew something was wrong. It was like some unseen hand was strangling him. He was drooling badly, eyes bulging, thrashing, lost control of his bladder, and wasn't hearing me -at all-. I put my hands on him to try to 'wake him up' which I now know doesn't happen, and eventually did still, but had this glassy-eyed look. I could see he was breathing, but he was still unresponsive, and waving my hand in front of his face didn't produce any reaction. I didn't know anything about any of this then, and I was completely freaked. I thought he was dying. I screamed for my husband to come, and went to try to shift him onto a towel, but he kind of snapped at me. Tearfully, I called the vet, and they said he was probably just scared and to leave him be, and we did, but he spent the next twenty minutes growling and barking and we were honestly afraid to approach him... and then it was like someone flipped a switch and we had our old dog back.
So we took him to the ER vet, and they ran blood tests and ultrasound, and advised that due to his age it was most likely epilepsy. All his tests came back fine, and they said we could take him home, just keep an eye on him, and if it got to more than one per month, it would be time to put him on meds.
So we took him home and everything was fine. He was fine on the way to the vet, at the vet, on the way home from the vet. He ate, he drank, he went outside and pottied, he loved on me... he went into his crate to lay down, fell asleep, and BAM... another one. This one wasn't as bad... he didn't lose bladder control, and didn't have the aggression, and seemed to come out of it faster. He chewed on the bars of his crate and got his teeth wedged in there, which wasn't bad until he woke up, and then completely and total freak out until he eventually wrested himself free by bending the bars. I was trying to help him without success when he freaked.
We took him back to the vet, and they kept him overnight for observation. Again - fine on the way to the vet, at the vet. They dosed him with Keppra and he hasn't had any seizures since then and seems to be alert and tail-waggy, so I am praying that it's a medicine that will work for him. I'm supposed to call back at 4 or so and if he hasn't had any more episodes, he'll be allowed to come home with me.
So now we're in the process of epi-dog proofing as much as we can. I got him a new crate, a vari-kennel, which I am hopeful will keep him safer. There aren't many bars except for the door, and the "window" bars are high up. I'm tempted to try to take them off altogether. I don't think there's much I can do about the door, but the spaces in it are smaller, so here's hoping. My husband is picking up some rugged towels and some plastic/rubber sheets along with an industrial sized bottle of stain/odor removal.
It's just so hard. I'm posting this here because I am sure you can all identify, but it's like this animal that I used to take so much joy from, who was truly my best friend, has become this ticking time bomb that I'm almost dreading bringing home for that reason. It's so hard to watch him go through all this. And I feel so guilty for even feeling that way, but it's so hard. I've been crying off and on for 24 hours now.
It gets better, right?

PS Any tips you have for anything else I can do would be great. Unfortunately, my husband and I both have to work, so I will be having to crate him during the day. Diet, especially. He's currently eating Orijen, which I believe is a premium, zero-grain food that is 80% meat and the rest vegetables, I think.