No need to worry, she just has a corneal ulcer — nothing that can’t be fixed with eye drops. And the irony is not lost on us that we are putting eye drops in our blind dog’s eye.
It’s so interesting to witness the language development of a child. Katrina is generally past the I-can’t-understand-what-the-heck-she’s-saying stage and while she still does mispronounce words she’s gotten way better at pronunciation too. Now we’re pretty much full into the learning new words at the speed of light stage. The funny thing about this is that a kid only learns the words to which they are exposed. This is, of course, why we are sometimes addressed in Spanish. But Dora aside, it only makes sense that a child learns the words he or she hears.
As you may know, we are the proud owners of two incredibly annoying pugs. And while they continue with their regular repertoire of annoying habits — using the house as a toilet, barking like crazy at nothing, waking up at 5:30 AM — they occasionally go above and beyond what we consider normal behavior and do something extraordinary. Read more
Our dogs, when desiring freedom from their crates, can make noises so eerily creepy that even Hollywood horror movie directors would be loathe to cast them. These noises, so strange and un-bark like, are next to impossible to describe. I can attempt by likening them to the sound of 100 weasels being systematically tortured by cackling howler monkeys, screaming ravens and crying chinchillas — and that is just Sergeant. Jen and I have grown accustomed to the sound and it doesn’t even bother us anymore, but Katie still does not like it. They were in full effect today while I was changing my clothes and Katie came in to see what was wrong. I told her not to let them out, that I would get them when I was done. To my amusement this is what I hear next:
ahh it’s ok puggies, don’t cry, shhh, shh
Twinkle, Twinkle little star how I wonder what you are
Up above the sky so bright…
… and the dogs are quiet.
Our friend Chris has said that when he dies he wants to come back as one of our dogs, and it is no wonder why. They live the cushy life, like most suburban dogs, lying around all day as we fan them and feed them hand made organic dog treats. When it comes to medical care there is no exception. Did you know there are veterinary specialist? Over the years we have seen an oncologist, an orthopedic surgeon, a neurologist, an ophthalmologist, a chiropractor and a physical therapist. Yes, one of our dogs actually goes to physical therapy. It’s not as if we really have a choice either, we live in one of those high median income metro areas where it is just expected that you would want to take your dog to a specialist. They even make you feel bad, Oh you don’t want to do back surgery on your roughly 13 year old rescue? Well, I guess you could try chiropractic and physical therapy.