Whew!
All right. At the moment, we seem to be back to normal. The dogs just spent several minutes playing beautifully with no problem at all, and I didn’t see anything weird when I came in from work or when my stepfather came over to help me with a house problem. (It was exciting, I turned on the heater and it set off the smoke alarm. I’m oh-so-glad that the dogs don’t respond all that badly to the sound of the alarm, that could’ve created yet another issue.)
I do still plan to keep an eye on them, of course. But I’m starting to feel like we might be out of the woods. All the evidence is pointing to my guess that something scary happened while I wasn’t home, rather than a medical issue with my darling, cranky girl. That would make me very happy, of course! And we’re all about to get some nice de-stressing, because my wonderful boyfriend flies in on Sunday for a visit and I’m taking a long weekend. Yay! I can’t wait, and I know the dogs will be thrilled to see him as well. So, while I’ll keep an eye on everything, I’m feeling much less nervous than I was the day it happened, and apaprently so are they.