Strange News

Today I am on a business trip and my good friend Libby was very sweet
and took dear Oliver to a specialist to have his eye looked at in my
absence. She called from the eye doc office to get help answering
questions about him. Towards the end of the vet visit, she called back
to fill me in, "He has an age-related ulcer on his eye" she told me, "
And, she doesn't think he's four-years old, she thinks he's nine." she
told me this in a calm, sympathetic voice because she knew how I might
react.

"Whaaaat?!!!"
(That's how I wanted to react, but I didn't.)

They had removed the ulcer in some gross, alien-probe way and he now
has "More drugs to take than an HIV patient."  Poor little man will be
in his cone collar for another two weeks or more while he heals.

Libby called back a bit later, after the vet had dilated Ollie's pupil
to establish more specifically, how old he is. "He's more like seven
or eight years old." she told me. The vet said his age must have been
established by the look of his teeth, which are apparently in great
shape, implying he's younger than he is. Well, at least he'll grow old
and have healthy teeth to eat with...if he liked eating, that is.

I just lost four years with my dog. What an unbelievable bummer. He's
still my puppy though.

Good little puppy. Good boy.