Last night was a rare occurence. I went to sleep at like 11. Lotus was having a hard time understanding the wind was not trying to break in. She kept getting up and running to the front window then to the side window, then back to the bed to stand on my hair and face to try and look out the bedroom window as she performed her perimeter check. When she was sure the wind did not break the walls of our mighty suburban castle she would lay down again, only to repeat the process with the next gust. Finally I just shoved her under the covers and when she finally settled down with her little head on my shoulder I wrapped my arm around her and held her just a little tighter with every gust. Finally she started to fall asleep....I can tell because she snores right in my ear....don't laugh....admittedly I can't sleep without that sound anymore which was why I was rather distraught on weekend when she was sent to the crate to sleep.
Finally, I was able to drift off to sleep....nope ...not quite.
I hear a door open.
"Are you asleep?"
"No, I just like to read in the dark"
"I need you to look at Duncan's eyes"
"Why?" I was trying really hard to remember when I aquired this veterinary degree my mother assumes I have. She panics at the least little injury to the dogs...then I have to take control, which usually winds up with me having to explain the situation to her like 10 times before she believes my advice anyway. So needless to say I was hesitant to get out of my warm bed to play vet.
Eventually I did get up and went to go inspect Duncan's eyes. Eye injuries on a dog are nothing to take lightly.
It looks worse than it is because he has saggy Newf eyes so when he pulls up that third lid in pain...its gross...but when he tucked his head down into my chest (typical male.LOL) and pressed the side of his face with the injured eye into me I could tell it was painful. He would not let me open his eye to look and at 127-130 lbs, he is not the easiest to manipulate. I figured if it was just some denris from being out in the wind it would tear out in his sleep. So we decided to let him sleep the night and see how the eye looks in the morning.
It still looked terrible.
He has to go to the vet today. I might have to take him because my mother has to run a computer over to my brother in Stony Brook. It should be fun trying to load a 127 lb dog into my truck.