My nickname is Blue or Bluey and I seem to respond to that more than Pie Ball. My favorite place to sit is under foster dad’s desk, and I even moved my bed next to FD’s side of the bed.
I have an appointment scheduled to get my cherry-eye fixed and also I am told I am a “Cryptorchid”! I heard that makes me super-special and Dr Larsen has to take more time with my neuter. I hope FD can hold my paw during surgery.
2/4/21 Update: Well, my surgery day for my neuter and cherry eye was this past Tuesday. Foster Mom and I did a photo shoot while we were waiting for “my turn.” I was a little nervous, so she thought the photo session would help. Foster Mom and Dad were there with me, holding my paw, and everything went well. Foster Mom will spare you the videos, but she said they are pretty cool! I now have two new cuts/stitch areas on my belly, and a very swollen eye. Oh yeah, Foster Mom said I was “whining” after, which I find hard to believe, but she said she has that video too. Now, I will just lounge around and enjoy all the special treatment!
2/7/21 Update: I am still wearing this “Zen Collar.” I think that is a fancy way of saying “Donut Head,” because last week I managed to pull my stitches thru my eyelid! Not sure how I did this but Dr. Larsen was not surprised. Foster mom had been sending doc pics of my progress and on Thursday doc called and said “he pulled it thru.” I thought they were talking about my “fish,” the one I saved from the resident Scottie, who was trying to rip his tail off.
Next thing I know, I didn’t have my water bowl by my bed, I didn’t get my late night treat, and I didn’t get breakfast the next morning. I went to see doc in the morning and she and foster mom put this mask on me and I got really sleepy. I did put up a fight, but doc was not having that. Next I woke up and I couldn’t see, because both of my eyes were swollen. What happened? Well after a few hours and lots of goopy stuff in my eyes I was better, still a donut head, but better. Doc had to remove all my stitches and redo my eye and she told me I had to behave. Sure doc, I will try.
Foster mom did order me a new “cone” thinking that would be a better option, but I was not having that. It freaked me out and foster dad said I was bouncing around that house like I was in a pinball machine. Huh!
Anyways, check me out with my fish, and outside time without my donut (off on the way out, back on when I hit the door).