A while ago, I talked about the week of eye exams for service dogs. Well, Trix got her eyes tested on Monday, and all’s good. I expected that it would be, but I thought it would be good to have a recent eye report on file.
The night before, I was all nervous. Trixie can be kinda persnickety with all things veterinary, and I know I’m not the best patient when it comes to letting someone put drops in my own eyes. I don’t know what it is. My eyes just slam shut. I don’t want to shut them, they just shut involuntarily. So I thought if I, a human who had agreed to let someone put drops in my eyes, was bad, she would be just absolutely horrid.
For the most part, she was good. During the actual procedure, she was relatively easy for them to manage. They tested her for all kinds of stuff, looked at the front of her eye, checked pressures, tear-production, they dilated her pupils and showed the inner part of her eye on a big TV screen. It was pretty neat. I wish I could have seen that.
But after all the stuff was done…oh good god. As her eyes got blurry and there were all manner of dogs around, she got crazier and crazier. I think they thought she was a bit nuts. But when she gets stresed, she tends to skitter, and if I suddenly couldn’t see well and I didn’t know why, I think I’d be stressed. Even when she was sitting between my legs, she was panting. I would just pet her like I always do when we’re just sitting somewhere, but man I felt like a horrible human being for putting her through that when her eyes were healthy.
They told me I couldn’t work her for the day, and running outside would be a bad idea because she might not see things and run into them. When the poor thing got home, she was all out of sorts, walkking slowly..when she walked around at all. She did a lot of sleeping, the poor baby. when she did get up to go pee, etc. you could tell her eyes were messed up. she kept perceiving things as closer than they were, and when the elevator opened and she wasn’t looking at it, she didn’t notice! silly dog.
But as her eyes got better, she got happier. I noticed as the night wore on, she would run to me at random. I think if she could talk, she’d say “I can see again! I can see again!”
So that’s that. I’m so glad that everything went well. I mean, her eyes seem pretty good, but it’s nice to hear it officially.