It all happened on Tuesday morning. I came in from doing my early morning bidness - all was well. Then I started rubbing my eye on things cuz it kinda hurt. Mommy said stop it but I didn't listen. I just looked at her, one eye pleading - the other squeezed shut really tightly and slightly swollen. Uh-oh, said Mommy. This can't be good.
So she grabbed a towel and wet it with nice cool water and placed it gently on my boo-boo eye. It felt so much better. I was able to open it.
Flash forward to dinner time.
Mommy comes home from work and promptly feeds me, as usual. I chow down IN A FLASH and run to finally say hi to her. But she looks at me all worried because I am listing to one side and clamping shut my eye. She scoops me up and takes me ALL THE WAY to the ER Vet.
Some ooohing and awwwing over my cuteness, tests and measures later I was declared healthy, happy and the bearer of a scratched cornea. A small surface scratch but painful.
I know you all KNOW the drill - FIVE DAYS of antibiotic ointment and the "CONE OF SHAME."
Oh the inhumanity.
Oh the mortification.
But it DOES lend itself to a totally RAD Halloween costume - DONTCHA THINK?