I still have some medical documents on my refrigerator door from last December.

I put them in plain view for easy reference when we brought them home from Texas A&M College of Veterinary Medicine after one of our dogs, Lady, had a run-in — literally, head-first, right between the eyes — with our boat trailer the week before Christmas while she was chasing a squirrel. Our veterinarian sent us immediately to TAMU for emergency care for her head wound.

I left the instructions for her recovery on the fridge door because of the additional information the documents included about possible future side effects of head trauma. Among the side effects were seizures and vision problems.

She seemed to have recovered well, when, one Sunday afternoon in February, she appeared to be having a problem getting out of her bed under the living room coffee table. She couldn't get up. Then she started quivering, and then I noticed the drool from her mouth.

I did exactly as the instructions told me, should these symptoms appear. I talked calmly to her, stroking her back and reassuring her she would be alright.

The mild seizure lasted only a few seconds. Within a couple of minutes, she up and walking around. She didn't seem to have a problem with her balance. She seemed fine again.

I made the notation of the date and what happened on the documents on the fridge, and I called my vet the next day to tell him what had happened. I was told to keep an eye on her and make notes if anything happened again. He said there was medication that could help, should the seizures become more frequent or more severe.

Luckily, they have not. To our knowledge, nothing has happened since. That doesn't mean that she might not have had a seizure when we weren't at home. But she seems to be doing fine.

She's back to squirrel chasing, running around the yard and making mischief with her brother, Lucky.

In fact, she and Lucky spent last Sunday afternoon doing nothing but running from tree trunk to tree trunk, seeking the ever-elusive and always taunting squirrel.

They would occasionally take a break to lounge in the sun on our deck. Then they would catch a glimpse of a bushy tail scampering across the yard and explode across the deck, down the stairs and across the neighbor's yard.

With the exception of two questionable squirrel deaths a couple of years ago, I don't think they have ever caught a squirrel. I call the demise of the two dead squirrels I found in our yard and the neighbor's yard "questionable," because I'm not sure how they died. I'm not sure if one of our dogs actually caught the squirrels, or if it was a neighbor's dog, or if the three of them tag-teamed the catch-and-kill maneuver. We've found no dead squirrels since.

Squirrel chasing actually provides some pretty good exercise for our dogs. If it weren't for the hazards associated with running into things at 40 miles an hour, I wouldn't mind them chasing squirrels.

As it is, with Lady's past history of knee surgery and then head trauma associated with squirrel chasing, I get a little concerned when they fly down the deck stairs. I'm afraid they might misjudge distance and slam into a tree trunk.

I don't know if I can stand another emergency trip to A&M.

Aside from keeping them locked up in our house or confined to the courtyard, I don't know what else to do, other than let them chase squirrels, birds and anything else that ventures into our yard.

Still, I'm leaving Lady's medical history, along with the emergency numbers to Texas A&M and our veterinarian's numbers in plain view — just in case.