Brindy poked herself in the eye the other day while snuffling in some bushes for the dried dates she loves to eat. She had to go to the vet as her eye was not getting better and it turns out she has an ulcerated eye. This means she’s currently on a regimen of drops, salve, antibiotics, and pain pills. But worst of all, from her “point of view” is the cone she has to wear 24/7. She is not happy.
She has had it on a few days but is still running into things; she can’t use her doggie door; and she hasn’t consistently figured out how to get at her food and water dishes.
This has not stopped her from continuing to try to scrounge for dates when we’re out on our walks:
Tuples and Attributes 