Today, Sissy met the new vet. It was time for her regular, 6-week eye pressure check and her annual visit stuff. This dog cracks me up. She’s watching the street in front of the clinic. True basset aficionados will appreciate those wrinkles. The girl is fit as a fiddle, but finally at age 5 has gotten herself some of that saggy, loose basset skin.
No, they’re not fat rolls. Bassets were bred to hunt and flush rabbits and other small game from the underbrush, so they needed thick, double-coats (a layer of fine, almost down-like fur under a coarse, straight coat on top), and loose skin to take a briar and carry on. <basset conformation class over>
Honestly, watching Sissy watch the world breaks my heart and motivates me to FIGHT for her remaining right eye. We speak regularly about how she’s a scent hound, NOT a sight hound, and she ignores me. I’m tickled to pieces to have a vet who, before we parted, verified that I knew what to watch for in that one eye, in case the pressure does spike. Best of all, she’s about 10 minutes away if we do have an eye crisis.
Oh, and her pressures were fine. They were higher than at the eye clinic, but I now know that eye pressures tend to be higher in the morning because of circadian rhythms or whatever. Dr. D also pronounced her “wonderful” even though Sissy’s weight is higher than it has been before. As with Gg’s first visit, she touched every hair on Sis’s body, listened to heart and lungs, checked ears, and given Sissy’s digestive issues, she poked and prodded all through there too.
And you know I’m always fascinated by what’s on the vet’s walls. Love that muscled JRT, bottom left.
It’s a VERY good day in the woods, rain and all.