This poor guy had trouble keeping one of his eyes open this morning. It was watering and obviously bothering him, so I called the vet as soon as they opened and got him an appointment.
Getting him to the vet is always an ordeal. When he was puppy, a veterinarian broke a swab off in his ear when he had an ear infection. It scared him and he didn’t want to let her continue the exam. So she took him to their back room where someone could help her. Apparently they muzzled him. I wasn’t in the room at the time, and when she brought him back, she proceeded to tell me he was a dangerous dog. He was only 8 months old. And she had just manhandled him. I never took him back there, but he’s been terrified of vet clinics ever since.
Thankfully, we found Dr. Katie, who is excellent with him. When I explained his fear, she had me bring him by just for pets and treats. It took a long time and he needs to be medicated (doggy Xanax!) before visits, but he lets Dr. Katie examine him. Today she said his eye has been scratched. We need to put in an ointment several times a day for a while, and hopefully it will heal. I feel so bad for him, but I’m thankful it’s not anything worse.