Things Max ate, “The trash cart is now bungeed to the deck” edition:

I don’t know, and I think/hope not much.

For those of you who haven’t been following the saga of Max’s eyes, we discovered he has developed a hereditary form of glaucoma, which progressed enough that his right eye is totally nonfunctional.

We’ll get that eye removed asap. The Dr. confirmed that even with meds, we’ve probably got 3 years before the pressures in the left eye begin damaging that eye, and it has to be removed as well.

[Edit: Turns out we had three months. But a bit of a relief, really. No more meds.]
We have until then to get him acclimated to living as a blind pooch. And us trained.

Walking Max at the campground between Yellowstone and Grand Teton.

He was all about shoving his whole face into all the holes

Things Max Ate, dinner party edition: Pesto!

He might be half blind but he’s still hungry.

Max hanging out with me while I listen to vinyl. #ChillDogIsHip

Max and Whitney, ready for Santa Paws.

Even in the middle of nowhere, Max is still Max.

This was Max’s page on the Cocker Spaniel Rescue of Austin/San Antonio web page.

Moar ear infection, just not as bad as before. Well, technically “still” ear infection.

But signs of allergies on all the usual places are gone, so apoquel for the win. His paws look much better, so the nightly foot soaks using cholorhexiderm are working as well.

And the vet recommended he stay on the hypoallergenic food in perpetuity. So that’s…awesome. But good for Max.

He’s still Itchy Max, just not as itchy, which we will take as a win.

We found out today that we are the fifth household Max has been with. He’s had a run of bad luck with homes, but we will be his forever home, forever.

I’m not saying Max is totally comfortable here, but, well…judge for yourself.