Lucy is my friend’s dog. Sometimes, when my friend is out living her exciting life, Lucy and I hang out. Lucy’s great. She’s sweet. She lays on my feet. She cleans up any spills I have. Not that, um, I ever have any spills.
But Lucy…she has a lot of energy. A LOT of energy. Herding is in her blood, and since I can’t bring over sheep when I dogsit, she sometimes herds me. So I try to take her outside and play with her, to get out some of her energy.
Sometimes, it all goes terribly wrong.
A few months ago, Lucy and I were hanging out, just having a grand ol’ time. I was tossing the tennis ball to her in the backyard, and she was…well, kind of being a spaz.
After a few minutes, the tennis ball had gotten a bit soggy. So, instead of picking it up and soiling my delicate hands, I decided to just kick it to Lucy. Unfortunately, she was absorbed in sniffing something…a bug, her butt, I don’t know. I just know she wasn’t looking.
Yes, the tennis ball hit her right in the eye. She ran to the back door, all but saying “I DON’T WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU ANYMORE.” So I let her inside, apologizing profusely. She hid frome me for a while, and then finally came and stood at my side.
Then I saw her eye. One was completely dilated. The other, not so much. It was frightening!
Do I put a bag of frozen peas on it?
Well, it ended up that I didn’t need peas or an eye patch. After an hour, her eyes had returned to normal.
I don’t even know how these things happen.