My aunt had an elderly Spitz who had become diabetic, much to her great concern. Not long after the diagnosis, Auntie went into her bedroom to find poor Misha (the dog) spinning wildly in circles and snapping at the air, and contorted into an very odd position. She decided that the dog had gone into a seizure of some kind, brought on by the diabetes, and ran for the honey jar to give her a sugar boost. She struggled to pour honey into the snapping mouth of the spinning contorted dog for some minutes until she realized....

Misha had caught a back paw toenail in the long curly hair around her ear while having a scratch, and was only trying to get loose.

Auntie sat on the bedroom floor, covered in honey, and debated about whether or not to tell anyone about the incident. My Uncle walked in her and, after washing down the very sticky dog, gleefully spent the next 2 hours on the phone calling everyone he could think of.