Last night, about 3 am, I was waked up by dogs moving around in my bedroom and some scrabbling noises. I turned on the light and grabbed my glasses and saw Beau, right by his bed (on the floor at the foot of my bed), lying on his back like a turtle that had gotten turned over. He was thrashing around and couldn't right himself. The other dogs were standing around watching him.
I reached down and picked him up and set him on his feet and he pancaked. Collapsed on the floor in a kind of C-shape. He seemed to have no muscle strength.
Now freaked out, I picked him up and held him in my lap for 5-10 minutes until he relaxed. Then I set him down on the floor again and this time he stood, and walked a couple of steps to his bed. My t-shirt where I had been cuddling him was soaked with saliva, and his front ruff and fur were soaked too. No vomiting, but copious drooling.
This morning he seems fine, went out and wandered around the yard, pottied, came back up the deck stairs, all normal.
But as a trainer friend says, 'if it happened once, it will happen again.' What WAS that episode last night?
Beau turned 11 last week and has no known health issues, is on no meds, and up till now his biggest issue has been the world's worst teeth.