The worries continue. Shyla had another seizure last night. Now my regular vet wants us to get to a neurologist as soon as we can. As of now, that'll be early next week.
I am trying to keep my equilibrium but this sudden onset of almost daily myoclonic seizures has pushed me off-balance. It has also cut into our sleep, which contributes to feeling out of sorts.
The silver lining is that Shyla seems to feel absolutely fine the rest of the time. She's started a medicine, and it doesn't seem to be slowing her down.
When we saw our first pair of moose, they were about 30 yards above the trail and didn't appear to be focused on us. So, I leashed Shyla and started to push my bike past them. The male started trotting along parallel to us, but staying 30 yards away. His reaction to us was enough for me to decide that Shyla and I had to bushwack away from the moose. We managed but we got tangled in trees, branches, and bushes lots of times with my bike and a leash involved in the bushwack!
I went out to ride on my own a little later. As I finished the ride and was almost home, I ran into three moose together, two on one side of the trail and one on the other side of the trail. I snapped one photo, and then I decided that I'd take the long way home to avoid trying to deal with the moose traffic jam.
At this point, I was running behind schedule due to all my moose evasions. I climbed back up a hill, went down a very steep hill, and then took a trail spur that I thought would avoid any moose. Ha - I was wrong. As I hit the trail to home, I heard a loud snap in the forest. Look who I saw through the trees!
I'm so glad that I've worked hard training Shyla so I can be 99% sure that she won't aggravate a moose - although her presence upsets them, even if she's walking calmly next to me.