Bet you missed me, right?
Well, I’ve missed you all, that’s for sure, and it’s high time Mama let me take over her blog!
You’ll be happy to hear I passed my annual physical exam with flying colors … almost.
Why doggies need a test on a once-a-year basis is beyond me, but Mama and Dogtur insisted.
Talk about indignities!
First, Dogtur checked me all over, mashing here, looking there. When I was lulled into compliance, she shoved a ginormous stick up my behind, telling Mama she needed to check my temperature.
Really? I’m healthy, not sick.
Then Dogtur gave me not one, but three, shots to ward off diseases that I don’t want (and can’t spell).
Wonder what they do to sick dogs?
Then the FUN started. Mama opened her yap and announced one of my eyes has been draining more than usual, causing Dogtur to go poking around there. Would you believe she stuck a piece of paper in my eye — try that and see what hurt is!
From the results, Dogtur told Mama I have something called “dry eye.”
She’s nuts. My eye isn’t too dry, it’s too wet! That’s why it’s draining.
Anyway, Dogtur told Mama to put drops in both of my eyes two times a day. The prescription for this fancy gel solution designed to help me make tears was going to cost $50 a bottle!
Not that I’m not worth it, but Mama kind of hesitated … mostly because she didn’t think I’d let her put drops in my eyes at all, regardless of whether they cost a small fortune.
So Dogtur and Mama agreed to test the water, so to speak, with people drops to see if that works. It’s a nuisance, but Mama’s getting the hang of it and I’m helping her.
Most of the time.
I don’t want to go blind, and the whites of a Sheltie’s eye should be white.
You know, this getting-older thing is hard for us doggies, too.