The Eyes have it....

Today was all about eyes.  I've always thought of eyes as producers of crunchy, salty goo that tastes delicious just after breakfast.  And I know that when I close my eyes, I can't see anything, so I figure they must be pretty important. My parents are always seeing pets for eye exams.  Lots of dogs, like my Aunt Becky, have trouble making enough tears.  Those dogs get green goo in their eyes, instead of brown crunchy goo -- it tastes different, still good but different. 

We had one dog come by today to get her "take-a-nap-and-dream-wake-up-with-teeth-clean" procedures.  Her name was Melody.  She's a Shih-tzu, so somewhere back we could be related, because I am half Shih-tzu too.  Anyway, all mother and Vonnie could say was "Wow, her eyes are so big.  Don't hold her too tight, her eyes could pop right out". And every time Vonnie touched Melody's face she said "Ewww, I think I touched her eyeball." Melody went to sleep and woke right back up with sparkling clean teeth.  Her eyes were as big as ever when she woke up and as she batted them at people walking by they couldn't help but stop and pet her.  Us Shih-tzu's really know how to work it!

The other case we had of eye trouble belonged to one of mother's favorite patients -- he's a boy Cocker spaniel named Fella.  Fella has had every problem a cocker spaniel can get, at least that's what Vocal Vonnie says, "He's got allergies, ear infections, bad teeth, glaucoma, torn cruciates, hypothyroidism and skin cancer -- it just figures, because he's such a sweet dog!"  So I guess according to Vonnie -- Terrible Tara will live forever.

So Fella was in to have a growth removed on his side, but since he had the glow-coma in his left eye and it had gotten all stretched out, mother recommended to remove his eye too!  Bea and I sat in silence as we watched Fella's eye get removed from his head! I was really glad that he slept through that.  Of course when he woke up, he was more upset about the sore and strings on his side than the eye missing.   He told me that he couldn't see out of the eye anyway, so the fact that he couldn't open his eyelids anymore didn't really bother him.  I can see why mother likes him so much.  I told him when he feels better he should chew something up in his house, drop some nuggets on the floor, or bark everyone up at 3 am;  that way he should be able to live forever.