About 3 years ago I "adopted" a mini-schnauzer from my friends Paul and Cathy. He was then called Bootsy. He has since been dubbed Mr. Boots. I love my dog. Although he can drive me completely bonkers he is a great companion. Somehow I did not realize how attached to him I was. That is, until this week. Friday he had some sort of spasm, yelped out and then kinda froze in a weird position. I was totally freaked out. I called my parents, called the vet and in the end it was decided that I should wait to see what happens. Well it kept happening. By yesterday I was convinced that he was having seizures. Yesterday I left him home all day while I was at work. I was in such a panic on my drive home that I was going to find a dead dog. He was not. He was still hurting but totally alive. So...today I took him to the vet. Come to find out the vet thinks he has a pulled muscle. Should not be a big deal at all. He has to take a week of anti-inflammatory meds and he should be fine. I have come to realize that I am one of those crazy dog people that I totally mock. While I maintain that I will not spend thousands of dollars on the health of my dog I was terrified that something was wrong. I am so glad to say he is ok. Thanks to all of my friends who put up with my worriedness. They all realize how much I love him.