Good news and bad news but not terrible news.

Ok, since I am a positive little dude, I'm gonna start with with the good stuff - first, I want to thank everyone for all the healing vibes because I can feel them and they're starting to help. Everyone has been sooooo supportive in my eye ordeal and so nice to come back and read about my stupid, boring, dumb eye and not skip my blog to read about more interesting and uplifting stuff.
Second, when I got home today from being at the vet with my mom all day again, there was a box by the door and my dad was all to my mom "what did you buy now" and my mom was all "I don't even remember" (which she said kind of freaked her out - that means she has a problem, right?) But anyway, the box was addressed to none other than little ol me! And it was from my super good friend Mason Dixie! And what she sent me is a bag of BBQ squirrel cookies made by 3 Dogs and a Chick and they are soooooooo good! I nomed right away and I have spent a lot of time begging for more. Thank you so much Mason Dixie - you are pawesome!
And now on to the bad news - my eye isn't healing, so they needed to do another grid keratectomy so I can regrow a new cornea because my other new one sloughed off which is totes gross and totes painful. So now I am on seven medications - SEVEN - and only three are oral so I am pretty much getting medications all the time. The only good thing about going to the vet with my mom other than being able to hang out with her at lunch time is that she puts anesthetic drops in my eye throughout the day so at least for that time I can't feel it.
So for the not terrible news - if this grid takes and my eye heals, I won't have to have surgery. If I do have to have surgery, it will be at the ophthamologist and it will suck and my eye will be sewn shut for a week or two and it will be really spendy and I'm glad my mom has a credit card. So everyone, more paws crossed and sorry for the gross eye pics. My mom bought me an eye patch at the drug store but it's too big.

This is me reading the card.


OMD! BBQ squirrel!

Yes, please!

Thaaaaaank you!


And these are all my meds.
Yikes.

Pee S - my eye was numb in the pics so it doesn't look so bad because I will open it all the way then.

My cryin' eye.

Ok, so this eye thing is getting ridiculous because I keep going in to get checked and they say we have to wait and see, but if it hasn't improved by tomorrow, they need to re-grid scrape it. And if that doesn't work, then I have to have surgery which totally sucks and all this for a regular old ulcer!
(Ike's mom here - just a word of advice to everyone with older dogs: take them to the vet right away if anything seems wonky with an eye. I could see his ulcer, and got Ike in right away, and we're still going through this BS. If an ulcer goes for longer, it can get too deep and require surgery automatically. All this is for a superficial non-healing ulcer. And ulcers tend to not heal in older dogs.)
Whatever, mom. So I've been laying around feeling sorry for myself and sleeping a lot because it hurts to open my eye but my mom is giving me doggy pain medicine and also her TMJ pain medicine because it's safe in dogs and she checked with the doctor. That makes me sleepy too but I feel better when I have it. My mom tried to take a pic of my eye but I won't open it when she comes near me because she always puts stuff in it.
This is the worst, and I need tons of healing vibes sent my way! I'll be doing this when I get them.

Still have two balls - eyeballs!

Ok, so Mango emailed me because he was worried about me and my eye which made me realize that all you dogs out there in the blogosphere must really be stressing about me! Either that or Mango is the nicest huge dog ever and he has a very tender heart and was thinking about little ol' me.
I've been spending a lot of time sleeping and healing but I went to Auntie Kathryn's house yesterday and we watched a movie and I'm happy to report that she is doing a lot better and she doesn't even need a walker anymore and she can go up and down stairs!
I'm going to post an old photo because my eye still looks ookie and my mom is too lazy to take new shots.

This is an old pic of me as El Bandido!

Stupid eyeball.

Ok, so today I went back to the vet for the bazillionith time and they said my eye is no better and because I'm old, I needed to have something called a grid keratectomy done so my eye will start to heal. So what they did was numb my eye and then scrape a needle across it in a grid pattern. WTF? So now it hurts like super way worse and I want to rub my eye all the time and I'm totally not happy at all. My mom said you have to make it worse to make it better so the new tissue will be able to form and that sounds like quack medicine to me and my mom was holding my eye open when they did it and she wanted to puke and totally felt really bad. And now I have to wear a cone when I'm alone! I am going to poop in the doctor's shoe.
No pics because it's too gross and light hurts my eye.

The Blame Game.

Saffron here: it seems we cats are getting blamed for this eye problem the stinky brown one has. It's quite possible the idiot scratched his cornea when he was wiggling around on his back like an uncontrolled epileptic. I know some cats in this house aren't exactly known for their undying love of smelly bed hogs, but to blame us - me especially - is an injustice!
I'm sure you don't recognize me because I never get any blog time.


This is Duncan: Ike chases me all the time. We play. We are friends sometimes. I like Ike. I didn't do it. I'm gonna go now.

This is when I used to be a kitten.


Now I am big like this.

Odin here: Listen, I'm 14 years old, and I sleep a lot. I'm usually on the bed or the couch. On a good day I will fight with Saffron. There is a lot of photographic evidence of Ike and I snuggling. I'm a lover, not a hater. Blaming me for this assault is ridiculous. This is so tiring.
This is a picture of me awake. Cherish it. It's rare.

Look at how we love each other.


Ike's mom here: Well, as you can see, no one is owning up to the assault on Ike's cornea. I suppose it's possible he scratched it while roaching. He had a checkup on Friday, and there was no change. We are happy it's no worse. Tomorrow, or Wednesday, it will be checked again, and hopefully it will have healed.

This is IKE! Auntie Kathryn had surgery a couple of days ago on her back because she squished out a disc in her back and then they had some problems so she is still in the hospital so I am wishing that she could go home today and that she will heal really fast so she will be ok for her wedding in a couple of months. And she has been in pain for a year! GET BETTER AUNTIE KATHRYN!

And this is auntie Kathryn and uncle Ansel at their surprise engagement party at Buca's and I wasn't invited!

Totally an ulcer.

Ok, so it's totally an ulcer on my eye! And my mom said it's linear which is consistent with a cat scratch (her dorky words, not mine.) So now I have to have 2 ointments and one makes my pupil stay dilated and the other is an antibiotic, and I have to go back to work on Friday with my mom to have it checked to make sure it's healing! Why does my mom have to be such a freak that she would notice a shallow ulcer on my eyeball? So that's the deal.
And this is a picture of my freakish eye and my mom only fixed the red eye in my good eye to make me look like a bigger freak. Nice.


I sure wish Martha would come over and nurse me back to health ...

My eye, my eye! And stolen video.

Ok, so last night I was all watery eyed and squinty so my mom looked at my eye and I totally have an abrasion or ulcer on my cornea. I went to work with her yesterday and was there forever, now I have to go back. My mom thinks one of the cats got me (and that I probably deserved it) or when we walked around the lake yesterday and I was roachin I scratched the ole eyeball. Luckily, my mom has a stash of pain medicine so I slept ok. She said they are going to put a stain on my eye (not like that Joe!) and see how deep the injury is. Poor me!
And on a happier note - I stole this video from Wally because it's pawesome and there are 3 different versions you can watch and you can pick the other ones at the end. I went with the construction/garbage guy because I love digging in gross stuff. My bud Wally is more of a rockabilly.