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10/6/14 A Foray Out

Mom decided to take a foray out of the house today. This was because Jamie’s glasses (which he uses as backup, and he is going to use for Swim in school) had a little tiny part break off. So she plopped me in the crate and took Jamie to the eye doctor, since the glasses are “under warranty”. She figured a quick pop in and out at the eye doctor could not be so bad.

It took like 3 hours. Not even kidding. The older lady (who had been off for 5 months) did not know how to use the computer at all, and what should have been a 20 minute process dragged on and on and on. She kept yelling at the other worker, too (“K—-! This button isn’t saving the screen!!”) The overly-harassed other worker finally said, “G—, I’m going to beat you!”

This is not the first time Mom has had problems there. She says now that things are fixed, she’s going to find another eye doctor! To her credit, the lady from the doctor’s office called to apologize later in the day.

Poor Mom. When she got home she was so tired, she fell asleep on the couch with her shoes on. Laurel came by to walk me and Mom could not even pick her head up off the couch!

I got a nice surprise today, besides a walk with Laurel, because Dad came home from work really early and we played chase the stick in the backyard:


Yes, I like BIG sticks. I’m a go big or go home kinda dog!

Then Jamie brushed me (because I had been by the weeds) and he is constantly checking me for ticks and stuff:


No buggies found, and I appreciate the good grooming!

Woof! Love, Maggie


7/23/13 Contacts!


(Look deeply into my eyes…)

Jamie and Mom went out this morning and thus I had to go into the crate.  It wasn’t too bad.  When they came back I had to look twice at Jamie.  No glasses!  He had been to the eye doctor and came home with contacts!  I mean, I really looked at him.  He looks great!  And I can see his whole face, just begging to be “washed” in my own special way.

I’m glad Jamie’s doctor appointment came out OK, because I’m kind of worried about mine.  I go see Dr. W. tomorrow at the animal clinic for a follow-up on my allergies.  But I heard Mom on the phone saying I needed a kennel cough shot so that I can stay at the Pet Hotel in a few weeks.  It’s bad enough that I need a shot, but I’d developed this little, tiny, belly-button hernia that Dr. W. said should have been fixed when I got my “spay”.  It’s gotten worse.  Although I’m not in any pain or discomfort, Mom was rubbing my belly the other day and noticed that it was twice as big.  She really freaked out and called Dr. W. right away.  So he’s going to have a look at that, too, besides the shot.  I hope I don’t need another operation.  My hair just grew back from the last one!  You know how we women feel about our hair.

I’ll keep you posted. 

Love, Maggie