The Hound Dog Diary

Never to play in the hayfield again...

June 1st 2009 10:49 am
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On May 28, 2009 Mommy took me to see our veternarian. For a week, Mommy thawght that I had an eye infection. Poor Mommy, she was worried sick and tried treating it herself. Sometimes, human medicine just don't work all that well for us pups but hey, it was the thawght that counted. So, my eye was getting worse and worse and Mommy finally made me an appointment at my vet's office. She had to go to work that day so she dropped me off and she was so worried that I might think she wasn't coming back to get me. And hey, I had it made...of course Mommy doesn't know this but the nurses were beau-ti-ful. They pampered me and talked baby talk to me and I ate it up...BOL! Getting back to my eye now, my veternarian discovered that I had a large grass seed in my upper eyelid and it had scratched my cornea. This grass seed (Mommy and Daddy believe) came from our hayfield from where I run and chase rabbits. I can't help it...rabbit hunting is in my blood. You have to remember, I'm part Basset Hound. But Daddy came to my vet's office and the nurses were weally bragging on me. They thought that I was weally cute and smart. One nurse had me doing twicks and another nurse didn't want to see me leave. Ok, pawleese don't think that I'm being conceited...but the nurses made me feel proud of who I am and I'm a Basset Hound/Chinese Shar-Pei mix. I'm Flash........and proud of it! SHA-ZAM!

 
 

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