The other morning I was watching a squirrel outside, when it fell out of the tree right in front of me! Of course I grabbed it quick as lightning. Mom started screaming "INDY! DROP IT! DROP IT!" I didn't want to and tried to sneak off with it, but mom was holding my leash. So I finally did drop it. Mom rushed me inside and checked my face obsessively, even pushing my fur around! She found a little scratch by my nose. Of COURSE she had to clean it and put Neosporin on it. Ugh. Then she gave me my peanut butter Kong and went to work.
When mom got home she looked at me and said "Uh oh", then spent a lot of time looking at my eye. She kept talking about how very red my eye was. It had been watering a lot so mom rinsed it with sterile saline solution. Then she tried to wipe my eye with a kleenex and noticed that what she thought was an eye goopie was actually soft tissue from around my eye that must have been torn by the evil squirrel. Mom was very worried and took me to the vet first thing the next morning.
The people at the vet were very nice and said how handsome I am, of course. They told me to sit. I knew they wanted to look in my eye, so I sat, then started to lay down...I can't make it too easy for them! The vet tech lady tried to stop me from laying down so I just went completely limp in her arms. For some reason she and the vet thought this was very funny and said I must be a follower of Dr. King's peaceful protest philosophy. The vet looked in my eye, then she put a few drops of colored stuff in my eye, turned the lights out, and shined a special light right into my eye! I thought it was very rude. She said the evil squirrel tore my third eyelid, but my eyeball had not been scratched. They gave mom special eye drops to put in my eye for the next 7 days. Then they gave me lots of liver treats for being such a good patient. I liked that part!
I think we all need to organize and educate the public on the dangers of these evil, dangerous squirrels! Dogs UNITE!