He was disappointed to find I’d already been bankrupted. First RV trip since the eye was taken out. He’s doing fine.

I hear it’s National Dog Day.

I can report the bungee cords did their job admirably; the trash cart resisted a rather determined Max Attack ™ this evening.

Today is the day Max gets his right eye removed.

Kinda sad, but it should make him so much more comfortable. So I’m relieved, too.

We’re really racking up the canine karma with Max my boy.

Getting Ready for what will come…

The Top 10 Rules for Living with a Blind Dog

Our friend Chris suggested something he saw online. (This cat was given a googly eye to replace real one lost in fight – and Twitter thinks he’s purr-fect)

To which, I responded: “Hmm”…

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