Somehow, this dog punctured his eye and the bloody discharge my roommates described was actually the insides of his eyeball leaking out.
A year prior, he had done something similar nowhere he had cut his eye in almost the same spot, but without fully puncturing it. I really wish I knew how he managed it, so I could prevent it from happening in the future.
After waiting what seemed like an eternity to get into the vet, it was decided the eyeball needed to come out.
My poor dog must have thought he had the most raw deal. First I left him for a week, whereupon he promptly gouged his eye and had to live in pain. Then I came home just long enough to leave him with some strangers who knocked him out. Then in the morning after waking up with one eye, since I had to work, he was picked up by my boyfriend. The dog doesn't hate my boyfriend per se, but he isn't super thrilled with him. Yeah, my dog was not a very happy camper.
Going potty was an immediate challenge. From my room to the back door where I let him out, there is a right turn. Right is his newly blind side. So Ozzy kept coasting past it and getting lost in the kitchen. Because the cone messes with his directional hearing, he can't figure out where I am when I call him. On more than one occasion, he got too lost and couldn't hold it and peed on the floor instead.
It also doesn't help that he now behaves like a Roomba: whenever his cone knocks into an obstacle (which is often), he will turn around and head the opposite direction. Venturing under table and chair legs is reminiscent of the old school pinball machine bumpers. He just bounces off one to collide with another, and cannot find his way out!
About a week and a half later I had to leave town again, and this brat knew. A few days before I left, he realized he wanted to scratch his incision but could not because of the cone. So instead he mashed his incision into the cone until it bled. It was a big swollen crusty-looking thing. I had to take off work to get him into the vet to make sure he didn't pull a stitch or get it infected. Fortunately the vet wasn't too worried, just sent him home with a preventative antibiotic.
He didn't stab out any more eyes while I was gone, and when I got home the swelling had gone down dramatically.
When he blinks, you can see the muscles moving now where his eye used to be, and it adds to his facial expression. He gets a follow up in a couple days to hopefully remove the sutures and the cone.
He's getting old an expensive, but he hangs in there. He is slowly adapting to life with only half a field of vision. We just take it a day at a time.
