Charlie and the Carrot Factory

As promised, I have been slacking at this blog business...at least I deliver!

So most of you know about my little boy Charlie. Charlie has been my sweet guy since I brought him home from the pound during my second year at the University of Miami. I wanted a companion, as I lived by myself, and I'm allergic to dogs that shed, so a small dog was the way to go. After months of searching, I found him and he's been my little shadow ever since.

He's getting older, though. He is probably around 10 now. And while he's been relatively healthy, he's experiencing "older dog" problems. Eye issues, arthritis. Heart murmur. He sleeps like Rip Van Winkle. He's cranky about the messiness of his sleeping arrangements. Demands carrots - his favorite treat (yes, I know it's weird) when I make a salad.

Last week we made our way to the vet opthamalogist - and frankly, I wasn't sure what to expect. His regular vet thought that he wasn't seeing much anymore at all, as his eyes are pretty cloudy. I wasn't so sure. Here is my proof.

I can has cheez! I almost reach it! Eh! Hold my butt, Dad, while I reeechhh....

Shih tzus for Pammy!

So I think that these are pretty good proof that he can still see a bit. Plus he still chases after toys, and gets up on the couch ok. But I know it's getting worse, and his depth perception is off. So I was prepared for a not so great diagnosis.

The appointment started out with his typical squirmy antics. But hey, they stuck little papers and a pressure gauge in his eyes, several times. He finally gave up and let them see his peepers, but not without a struggle. That's my boy.

At least this was not reminiscent of the "arthritis" trip, where the vet pulled on his leg, he yelped and me, well, I immediately burst into tears like a big blubbering baby. I did bring my own tissues this time though.

So good news...he's not that bad! Dry eye, some ulcers, but no glaucoma and maybe with the incredibly expensive eye drops - three of them - he may even get a little better.

Mebbe I buy stock in 1800petmeds. After I has carrots for pain an sufferin.

I is still mad at you, woman. But I is not too mad for nap. Zzzzz....

So now we fight twice a day with the eye drops. Then he promptly wipes his face and eyes on our bedspread. That little shit. But he's worth every penny.