My last blog was an emotional one. Sorry about that but it's always hard to lose a family member, including the furry ones. Bruiser is still with us and is feeling better after his recent vet trip. I could swear he read my blog and is making an effort to act more interested in what his people do! And to be peskier.
Our trip to the vet was more typical that I'd hoped it would be. I figured since he's been feeling so punky he wouldn't be such a pain about seeing the vet. I was totally incorrect with that assumption! I carried his sad little self in and sat him on my lap. He cried quietly. I cuddled him. He wriggled to get down so I put him down. He went to the door because he wanted to leave. That was a familiar move.
Then we get into the exam room (had to carry him in because he dug in and short of dragging/strangling him that was the only way) and the vet checks his eyes. She puts little papers under his lower lid to check if his eyes are tearing. He cries and struggles. We ignore him. His eyes are tearing just fine so what's going on in his eye is an infection rather than lack of tears. She puts some green drops in to stain his cornea to make sure he doesn't have any damage. Then she drops some water in to clear the green stain (it wasn't any more painful than when the docs put that yellow stuff in our eyes). Bruiser is now carrying on like he's being tortured. It's getting hard to talk to the vet and hear what she's saying. She calls in help because she thinks he's feeding off my energy (which is amused and a bit embarrassed - I watch Dog Whisperer!) and the vet asst. snuggles him close. He continues to bray. I feel a bit of satisfaction that it didn't work. It's not me! Luckily no damage to his cornea so I take him back out to wait for his prescriptions and find some wide eyed people sitting in the waiting room with their upset pups. I smirk a bit and explain "eye drops". Bruiser is a major drama queen. MAJOR. This has not changed at all.
So his bad eye cleared up real quick and he got back to being his rather pesty self. Barking at me while I soak in the tub. Barking at nothing for no apparent reason. Trying to sneak into Penelope's room when Lacey's trying to get her to sleep. Eating everything in sight and yet his bony spine sticks out...go figure. And last night, the Pièce de résistance, crying most of the night so that I don't get any sleep. I even took him to bed with me in desperation (and realized he REALLY NEEDS A BATH!! Pew!) He futzed around even with that option so had to put him back down when he tried to jump off the bed around 3 AM. He has all day to rest up so he can potentially do it to me again. Yay. (Please kill me now) Last night I realized there are some plus sides to being pet less. I have a right to be grumbly! I get crabby when I don't get any sleep. Bruiser, if you're reading this, pay heed!
He has a "stay" for now for several reasons. #1 I'm not ready yet. #2 I'm too poor to pay to have anything done and #3 I've managed to get myself back into a state of semi-denial of facts of life and I like it that way. Real life sucks sometimes so I like to avoid it when possible. Sandpaper eyes suck also. Just saying...
So today I'm having yet another slow day at work...just sitting here nursing my sandpaper eyeballs and feeling generally crabby about most everything.
