On Saturday I noticed that Noah's eyes were once again bright red and goopy. I started using the ointment again but since it doesn't seem to be working, we took him in yesterday for a checkup. The first thing Dr B did was run a test to check the moisture of his eyes. The magic number that we want is 12. The right eye just beat it at 13, but the left eye failed at 9. This all means that Noah can no longer tolerate the sulfa based drug he was taking for colitis.
We're starting him on the same drug that Fudge is taking and I have eye drops to help heal his eyes. The doc says they should return to normal tear production as soon as the sulfa is out of his system. This morning they're still red but don't seem to be bothering his as much. He isn't rubbing them all the time.
Our vet appointment was the next to last of the day yesterday and when we came out of the exam room we met the last appointment waiting to go in. To my delight it was a litter of 11 nine week old Standard Poodle pups. I didn't have my camera with me, I must get better about that in the new year, so I "borrowed" some pics from Google.
There is nothing I can think of that I would rather do than hold puppies and the owner was only to happy to share. Rob and Dr B ad several of the techs and I stood around cuddling small soft fuzzy pups. The puppy breath was delicious and mine snuggled into my neck and went to sleep. I was hoping no one would notice if I just slipped out to the car with him sleeping. No such luck.
What a wonderful, happy way to end the year, playing with sweet puppies. It beats a noisy party any day.