Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Happy happy joy joy!
My crazy dog Jayne is on prozac. He tends to attack the other dogs, he's kinda autistic like that. In the industry they like to use the word 'reactive', like he tends to react. Yeah, sure, react, that's the word I would use. He's ok most of the time until he sees the need to resource guard, be it food, people, attention, whatever. He gets all weird and he flips out. He also doesn't like strangers and he will bite them. He doesn't actually clamp down and draw blood but his sound and fury is an intense sound. He also doesn't like being touched or touching living things, highly sensitive this guy is.
We put him on Prozac about a year ago, 1 pill once a day, it took the edge off. Kinda. His outbursts were limited to about 1 every month maybe every other month. He still wasn't good with strange dogs and strange people so we keep him somewhat isolated. He ran out of pills last week and I didn't want to call in for a refill because it's been over a year since we've taken him to see the doctor. I love our vet, she's holistic but if I ask for something overly conventional (like Prozac) she's still game. She'll voice her concerns but knows I go for mostly peace luvin hippie stuff so she cuts me some slack. Well so the soonest I can get his butt in there is next Friday. That's 2 weeks off of the mood changing drugs.
You know I have a friend or two on antidepressants and they are each on either end of the spectrum. Both can not live in normal society with out them, one knows this and believes in his drugs. The other knows this but hates her drugs. They, apparently, hide your personality and place a fog around your world. It has it's pluses and minuses. She sometimes decides to stop taking her drugs. Cold turkey. Apparently you're not supposed to cold turkey these drugs, it whacks you out. Poor Jaynie went cold turkey. Of course they have a long half life so there is probably some residual druggage going on.
Regardless I think that Jaynie has seen the world for the first time in color. It's like while on meds he learned that some things just aren't that stressful (he used to stress about everything, you know, like the wind blowing) and he learned to like human touch. He cuddles now. He never even wanted to be touched before, now he will lay on top of a person and use his whole body. Unheard of. He spent this evening running around the house like a deer who just met spring for the first time ever. Prancing about like something out of Fantasia. It was just too cute!
If he can handle it and not have any large amount of violent out bursts (we haven't seen any yet, a good sign) I don't think we'll put him back on the meds. He still needs to go in for a refill of heart worm meds but he can handle it, the hubby will be taking him in the Jeep and that dog and master were made for riding with the top down. Jeeps were built for twosomes like this. So we'll see if we can't keep this dog happy, that was the main reason I had for adopting this bat shit crazy dog. That and no one else was going to handle his whacked out ass.