The Bright Lights & Sly Drops

Today something very suspicious happened. Mom picked up my leash at a time of day when we do not usually go anywhere.

This made me hopeful, yet nervous.

Perhaps we were going to the forest.
Or to the place with the excellent squirrels.

Instead, we went in the car and drove far - at least in dachshund time.

When we arrived, I knew something was not right. Warning messages had been left by:

• two hundred and fifty-one dogs
• one hundred and seventy-three cats
• and one nervous hamster

This confirmed what I had suspected: The Vet’s.

Now, I do not wish to alarm anyone, but The Vet’s is a place where someone looks into your ears and eyes with bright lights.

They also say “Who’s a good boy?” But this is a trick question.

Inside, Mom placed me on a “scale” as if I were a sack of potatoes. A lady said, “16,6. Very good!” I felt like a winner and scared at the same time.
I wondered what I had won.

Then The Vet called me.
She seemed nice, so I followed her.

Mom put me on a table and The Vet looked at my eye.

She squinted. “Ooooh... poor baby.” Apparently I had an infection.

This was news to me. I had not noticed because I had been very busy sniffing the backyard and supervising Giggle Sprout.

The Vet congratulated me. As I tried to figure out why, she placed a drop in my eye. Then she gave me a hug and some snacks.

Unfortunately, she also sent drops home with Mom.

The drops, I have decided, are sly. They appear without warning and land directly in my eye.

However, I am cooperating bravely.

Mostly.

Anyway, I have been promised treats and extra sympathy.

Therefore I believe I will survive.