We have a drunken Shyla on our hands. I'm so glad that I was forewarned by my vet and my friends about the side effects in the first two weeks on phenobarbital. Otherwise, we might've rushed her to the emergency vet yesterday afternoon when she lost her coordination. We're hoping that this phase passes quickly so that we can get back to having fun!
I took R for a mountain bike ride yesterday morning. It lifts my spirits so much to get to play with him each morning. Shyla goes for an on-leash run with the Runner at the same time - but it remains to be seen if she's still able to run now that the drug is affecting her so much. I hope so, for her sake.
On each of our rides together, it is obvious that our black dog is a treat hound. He knows that I like giving out treats for good behavior. Consequently, he often looks like this during breaks in our rides together.
He literally can't wait for me to ask him to do something - anything! - because he knows that he'll get rewarded if he does it well. R never does anything halfway - and his enthusiasm for training games demonstrates that!
And seeing him run like this makes me smile and smile. This sprint was for a practice recall. I was glad that we'd just practiced recalls a short time later when we saw a small deer herd. R recalled away from them enthusiastically!
Most of all, we are hoping with all our hearts that the phenobarbital works. Only time will tell us the answer.