Sissy DIVA here. No new photos, because Dadaw was my attendant today. It was routine eye check, annual stuffs and the most galling of gland issues. Even for a gal as unflappable and immodest as I… it was intrusive.
Mama says I have to tell you that my eye pressure was 15. Yeah, that’s on the high side of normal, but I was STRESSED OUT, because the first thing those people did was express my glands. If you don’t know of what I speak, wade back through some of the early food allergy posts. It’s rude and uncomfortable, but the sweet relief that follows is worth it. Plus, all of that scooting has resulted in … road rash on a most delicate rear part and Dadaw came home with a spray to fix that too. Luckily, despite my high maintenance approach to life, I am unbelievably tolerant of all of this bunk.
Dadaw also broke all the rules and let me walk myself to his truck, and only hooked a leash into what Mama calls my “tag collar” at the vet’s. See… throat pressure increases eye pressure, so Mama and the vet reminded Dadaw of that little factoid. Mama also reminded Dadaw that I can’t get my much-needed eye drops if I’m on a walkabout. Uptight ol’ hag, that one…
And can you let Mama – nah, skip her and head straight for Dadaw – know if you find a purdy 1″ purple collar? Mine is worse for wear and is frankly a bit of an embarrassment in public. It looks as fuzzy and picked over in person as it does in Mama’s blurry photo.
I sure hope your days was better than mine. Mama’s must not have been; she keeps talking about being so busy at work, but all I know is she can’t get herself home on time so we’re lucky it’s staying light longer. Gg’s day was even worse to hear her tell it, because Dadaw left her at home alone while we went out. The BABY doesn’t do alone. That one needs to buck up.