Daisy went into the garden Monday morning and came back in with her eye shut and pawing at it. We thought perhaps she had something in it or she had been stung and waited to see if it improved. Monday was a holiday so we decided to wait till Tuesday morning, by which time it seemed to be getting a little better, but we still went to the vet as there was clearly something wrong.
The vet examined Daisy and saw she had something in her eye – and removed a very long piece of grass. It must have been tucked into her eyelid as we couldn’t see it, nor could the vet to start. The grass had scratched the surface of her eye, so she’s been on a regime of drops and potions, wearing a lampshade to stop her damaging her eye further and she goes back on Monday. But she’s had a checkup in between and the vet said she can see it healing.
I had strimmed the garden the day before, so I guess it was a piece of grass from that.
Millie has a haircut
Dumpling and Daisy will also be due haircuts. I booked Horace into the vet for his as we can’t do it ourselves, I was quite clear this time that he must be sedated before they try to trim him. He looks such a tiny ball of fluffiness people just don’t understand how difficult he is to handle. He gets super-powers.
The average lifespan of dogs like Horace is 2 years (Horace will be 7 this year), but I don’t know from that what % die natural deaths and what % are euthanized. We can cope with Horace because he is tiny and is perfectly happy to snuggle under the duvet. He plays like a puppy, skipping round, playing with imaginary friends. We can keep him safe and move him around with ease. However, I do wonder if the reason why the lifespan is so short is because of people getting bigger dogs like him euthanized as they would be so difficult to handle.
Horace is a happy dog and when he is scared, his instinct is to hide, not be aggressive, but I know some dogs like him act aggressively, so that could affect their longevity.
…and here’s a nice photo of Queenie resting regally on the chair. Her legs have cleared up amazingly since we’ve been here. Because she had chewed her legs raw all her life – with us and vets not being able to do anything about it, I had anticipated she would have scars or that the fur wouldn’t grow back. But it has (mostly). I can see where she used to chew her legs – but I am sure someone who didn’t know wouldn’t.
So why has she stopped…? It’s difficult to know. I wonder if it was cement dust? She has a lot less space here – could it be she feels more secure in a smaller space? But for whatever reason, it is so much nicer to see her not chewing her legs.