Ruby visits the dog opthamologist.


When taking any of the members of Team Small Dog to the doctor’s office, there are various measures of success with each team member. I am VERY lucky to have vet friends and clients who will look at the dogs out at work and honestly, not sure how we’d manage without them. But sometimes, we have to go to the doctor’s, and yesterday, off to a specialist. Opthamologist for animals.

Ruby is a trained dog. She has perfect citizen citizen manners, and what a relief to take the perfect citizen in to see a doctor. Because taking Otterpop in to a doc, you don’t even wanna know. Really, really, really not fun. Gustavo loves all the doctors, nurses, techs, everyone in the waiting room, parking lot, and bus stop out in front of office, but isn’t very easy to work on. Goes from lovefest to squirmy, screamy jungle animal in zero to 60 when shots are involved.

Ruby just accepts her lot in life, lets you do what you need to do, and uses her manners at all times.

Even if it involves a shot in the eye. Thank you, Ruby.

So you know how we’ve always joked about how Ruby’s crash-n-burn jump style, table smashing, and freakishy long take-off distances maybe related to bad eye sight?

Oops. Shouldn’t have been joking. And probably should have visited the opthamologist earlier. Who knew? I didn’t even know there WERE dog opthamologists until last week.

Besides having an active, somewhat rare eye disease called immune-mediated keratitis attacking her corneas, she also has progressive congenital retinal degneration in both eyes, and to a very different degree in both eyes, and she probably sees things, in medical terms, totally weirdo and screwy.

Neither of her eye things are curable, but the immune-mediated keratitis is treatable. Also, it can be tied to other immune diseases, and the doc said not out of the question that weirdo lamenesses, hard to pin down, have a connection, immune mediated tendonitis. Who knows. She has eye drops for, like, maybe her whole life, off and on. Dunno how her sight is going to hold up. Should be fine for now, will definitely keep getting worse. I can relate. I now have 3 pairs of glasses.

Ruby, she’s tough. She never complains. Doesn’t say a word. We both knew something wasn’t right in there, now we know for sure. Me and her, we’re not worried. We just keep on keeping on. And now both of us squinty, for reals.