Yeah, the little guy came to us with bladder stones, which required surgery, and a cataract in one eye (something that’s common to Japanese Chins). He subsequently suffered a luxated lens that basically croaked most of the sight in that eye, though he still has some depth and light perception. It seemed to cause him some immediate discomfort, but that subsided.
As I understand it, the options are surgery to (a) repair the damage (expensive, long and difficult recovery period, not always successful); (2) remove the eyeball (and then you have to buy him a parrot and a patch), or; (iii) do nothing.
We did nothing, and after the initial discomfort Mister Boo got right back to charging around the DogHaus like a turpentined weasel. I need to shoot some video of him enjoying his post-dinner chewie one of these evenings. With a little post-production work, the dude is a dog-treat commercial waiting to happen.
Happy Halloween to you guys, too!
Finished up with the candy and trick- or -treaters a few hours ago and was very fortunate to not flood or lose power with Sandy. I have been hyper-vigilant lately and the headline “Boo” scared rather than amused me. I thought something had happened to him (!), so you see I am still more than a little spooled up!
Hey, Libby, glad to hear you’re soldiering on. Herself’s sister in Maryland lost power, a friend had some house damage, and a NYT pal had to bunk in a hotel across from the Old Gray Lady, but it could’ve been much, much worse.
Mister Boo is doing just fine, too. His dinner tonight was The Best Ever®, as tomorrow’s breakfast will be, and he got to jump up on a few trick-or-treaters (the little guy is a born blood donor; he loves everyone). So all is well.
We keep an eye on it (you should pardon the expression). Mister Boo has regular appointments with a specialist in such things, and that is no day at the beach. Ordinarily a happy-go-lucky sort who never met a stranger, the Boo hates vets and groomers the way Mitt Romney hates speaking the truth.
I should get such medical care. Shit, I luxate a lens, Herself will have me put down before the vet bill hits the credit card.
Aww, c’mon, the DogHaus could add a parrot and you could rock the eyepatch. Now if you luxate a patella, you pick up a wooden crutch. I don’t think you’d have to worry about amputation and the peg leg, would you? However, a hook might slow down your stellar cooking skills and your typing and please spare your drawing hand. It is a ghoulish night for ghoulish thoughts.