Dylan's Eye

So this day went to the dog, not just the dog I guess, the dog; my one, my only, Dylan. Stepped out the door for first things first, his morning walk. Right before we got back to the house I looked down and saw it. Once again, Dylan had done something to his eye:

Called the vet and rushed to NW. This would be the third time Dylan has scratched his eye on something. Last time around, it became ulcerated and they had to make fluid medicinal drops from his eye tissue in lieu of sewing it shut for awhile. Scary and weird. This time, luckily, he didn't actually scratch the cornea, he just got something stuck in his eyelid and irritated the lid. So, no prolonged follow up. Just a day of really heavy breathing, a bit too much doggie clinginess for my taste and some vomit eating tonight (him, not me). My mom thinks we should make him wear those blinders Clydesdale horses wear (she, of course, having owned horses growing up knew the actual word for this, I do not). I vote for an eye patch. He does look pretty tough. If anyone asks, I'll tell them they should see the other guy.