Rusty has officially lost it. I come home after a much needed reunion
with some of my old fraternity brothers to find trash strewn across the floor
and a once half filled bag of stale cookies reduced to crumbs. He wasn’t throwing up or acting too
strange at first so I didn’t warrant a trip to the vet necessary. Instead I just kept an eye on him and
took him for frequent potty breaks.
The oddities ensued when we retired to bed. Every two to three minutes rusty would become restless, hop
off the bed, walk around to the other side, hop up and lay down. Occasionally I would wake to
avatar-esque sounds and see the old man staring at a wall. I was alarmed when I
opened my eyes and he was awkwardly hunched in the corner staring at my
girlfriend. It appeared as if he
had been watching her for quite some time and even after calling his name
several times his gaze wasn’t broken. I watched him for the next couple minutes
when all the sudden he snapped out of it and ran around the bed into the side
table. I’m convinced if we had set up night vision cameras we’d have half a
paranormal activity, canine edition blockbuster.
This
morning my girlfriend found him half way in the toilet unable to free himself. He was obviously suffering from
sleep deprivation. He kept running
into walls, chairs, falling over nothing and convinced the water in his bowl
was an insufficient second to the toilet.
The moment I closed the bathroom door he started pawing it ferociously
for 20 minutes. Finally he
gave up and lapped down the water in his bowl, as well as the water in my
younger, dementia-free dachshund, Ein.
Three bowls later and his thirst still isn’t quenched. He continues to pace from bathroom to
dog-bowl at a feverish pace.
Rusty is completely uninterested in
his food even though he has most certainly relieved himself of last nights
cookie feast. He refuses to
lay down or be still. He is
currently pacing back and forth in my living room, pausing to stare in a corner
or to look at something on the floor that isn’t there. I am convinced he is hallucinating or
seeing ghosts. Even Ein seems
concerned. He keeps walking up to
Rusty and licking his face and paws, perhaps to lap up any remaining beard
crumbs. Rusty just walked up and
bit the broom leaning against the wall and is precariously pacing around the
couch. I will say this, for
a 12 (almost 13) year old dog that had no more than an hour of sleep last night
he is impressively determined to accomplish……. something. I’m just not so sure he even knows what
that something is. Keep the
old man in your prayers, he may need an exorcism.
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