On our walk, the dogs found Something. A very, very, bad Something. It was worth barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkBARK!
I was two fences and a creek crossing away, so I yelled. I whistled.
I yelled. I whistled.
In a flash Eden was on her way back, followed by Dally, both stopping to get a big drink in the creek. Lucas????? Yup. Here he came. Hopskip. Hopskip.
The girls got their treat, but Lucas stayed on the other side of the creek. We continued our walk. We all met up. Hiked and stretched our legs and crossed the board bridge to home. There was Vernon. A chat. Lucas was rubbing his nose. More chatting. I went to the house. Lucas came inside and rubbed his nose. Finally, I got the hint and walked up closely to him…
It wasn’t his NOSE, it was his EYE. His inner eyelid was ripped, though attached at one end, and floating periodically up into his eye. Rub. Rub. No marks on his outer eyelid. His eye looked ok.
Therefore, we had a visit to the Good Doctor today.
And it simply AMAZES me. The Good Doctor squirts some lidocaine in the eye. Visits with us a while, talking cow prices. I have Lucas on his side, petting him, and the Good Doctor opens Lucas’ eye, grabs the end of the ripped eyelid, and cuts it. Not quite enough… and he has to do it some more. A few times Lucas tries to paw at his eye, or lift his head, but he finally shoves his nose under my arm… and takes whatever the Good Doctor has to do to him. A smear of salve and we’re done.
Now, should Lucas have fled or fought? How does he have the confidence in the Good Doctor to let him TOUCH HIS EYE, for heaven’s sake, trying to capture the end of that eyelid. I know of some humans that wouldn’t stand for that! But the Good Doctor simply moved in, with confidence, and was done in a few minutes. Lucas was shaking at first, but soon settled, and that, as they say, was that.
I don’t know which one is more my hero… Lucas for being a Good Dog, or S., for being a Good Doctor.