Things I will eventually write about, promise:
- D's birthday/our anniversary weekend (a month ago!)
- riding the ponies
So I took Birgette, our recently-adopted GSD, to her first vet visit
yesterday last Monday, five days after we adopted her. The foster had mentioned that she'd been putting drops in her eyes, but couldn't tell me what the medication was or what it was treating. And didn't, you know, give me the medication.
As the days progressed, her eyes started looking like shit. Gunky buildup in the morning and squinting. So I moved our appointment up. Then D played a game of fetch with her for about twenty minutes and she spent the rest of the night limping. We attract special-needs pets.
|The derp is normally not this strong in this one.|
The records from the vet actually indicated that she'd had a tear duct test and had her eyes stained, which we repeated last Monday. She's got poor tear production in both eyes, which is a permanent condition. The time that she was being neglected prior to rescue resulted in scarring of her right eye. She's partially blind in that eye. She'll need eye drops for the rest of her life.
Finally, my vet felt that she was being judged too harshly on her horrible teeth. She demolished her incisors and bottom canines by chewing on her chain, but her back molars look great. She adjusted the projected age from 5-7 to 3-5, which means we hopefully get to have her around longer.
|Her little canines should be poking on the edges of that tongue.|