Mr Peabody's seizures are from hypothyroidism, which is apparently the most common cause of seizures, and he'll be on thyroid medication. I do shudder to think what his energy level might become, if this is "lethargic." He doesn't seem to have any of the normal symptoms except dry fur and the seizures. One of the symptoms is "intolerance to cold." Right now, Mr Peabody is basking in the sun. It's 37 degrees.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ginger, it sounds treatable. That alone deserves a Yay!
Oh, yes. Treatable is good, and at least I won't be waiting for the other shoe to drop with the seizures.
I'm so glad they figured it out, Ginger.
I wonder if his being the world's sheddingest dog is related to low thyroid.
I wonder if his being the world's sheddingest dog is related to low thyroid.
Ginger, my bro's dog recently was diagnosed with low thyroid, and she had lost a lot of hair prior to the diagnosis. So that may be so for Mr. Peabody.
Thank goodness for treatable, Ginger.And I don't remember if it was here or Natter, but I'm glad Sass is okay now, too.
A Christmas Story, Scrooged, A Charlie Brown Christmas, and Mr. Magoo's Christmas are my faves. Magoo as Scrooge--yay!
If one can even find an airing of the show, several of the songs are usually cut. The kids and I used to sing the songs at and with each other, and StY can still sing, "We're rep-re-hensible. We'll steal your pen, and pencible. We're just blankety-blank-blank--ALL BAD!" And the whole family demands razzleberry dressing with Christmas dinner.
Oh, javachick, did you get the postcard I sent? I'm not sure if you're still at the same address as you were when I sent one from Budapest.
Oh, javachick, did you get the postcard I sent? I'm not sure if you're still at the same address as you were when I sent one from Budapest.
Not yet! I do have a different address from you went to Hungary; I live in Oakland now.
Ah. Well, someone in your old house got a postcard from India.