Mom took me to the eye doctor today. She put me on the table and did all kinds of stuffs to my eyes. I was not happy about this situation. The doctor said I have a bunch of hairs on my eyelids that rub my cornea and irritate it. Plus my bottom lid rolls under. I've never noticed any of this but that's what she said. We already knew I don't always close my eyes all the way, but she brought that up anyway too.
So, I gots to have the surgery. Mom is happy that my nose wrinkle is not the problem because she was getting really upset thinking about reducing it. She was upset - I was REALLY upset.
The doctor is gonna close my eyes a little, fix my lower lid and freeze where the hair grows that I don't need. She said Mom could bring me in tomorrow for surgery if she wanted, or take some time to think about it.
Of course Mom couldn't think about doing it tomorrow. She said something about having to get mentally prepared for it. So, I have a reprieve until next week. Then I'll have an alien cone on my head for days and days and days.
Clementine and and Winston, we's gonna take my photos for the contest this weekend so my alien cone doesn't mess up my photo. Mom said she doesn't think there are any famous pieces of art with dogs in cones.