The Ophthalmologist


Veronica is calling, but I’m feigning deafness. Today is the appointment with the Eye specialist, the “Ophthalmologist”, remember my eye “problem”?  (See “The New Doctor”)

I know I said I was “The Strong stoic Boxer”. But I’ve heard that notion is overrated and very last season. The new black is: “The worried, concerned Boxer”.  I’m very trendy so that’s what I’m going for.

At the end of the day it’s MY eye we’re talking about, perhaps I want to keep it this way! Perhaps I want to live with a “Corneal Ulcer”. I might just want that.


But in my world, or rather Veronica’s world, my opinion does not count.

See the sign? Says it all!!

I’ve said this before; Veronica is kind of, well, very bossy, it’s a family thing. Dennis is REALLY with me on this one. (Probably the concerned friend who gave her the sign too)


In the waiting room I switch to the “Zen attitude”. I don’t want the little Cocker spaniel in the corner to think I’m a wimp.

(FYI I’m not, there is a big difference between “worried” and wimp!)


The consultation room is full of weird tools, that I choose not to look at. I concentrate on the door through which I know the “Ophthalmologist” is coming.


Dennis is here too, he is telling me all will be fine. (Easy for him to say, it’s not his eye we’re talking about!)


Here she is, Dr B, she looks very nice indeed. She’s calm, smiling and very friendly. I can see Veronica likes her a lot.

(Incidentally she’d better be calm, it’s eyes we’re talking about, not a leg…)


She has this weird tool that she uses to look in my eyes, I don’t mind. Now, see that cooperative Boxer? This is easy, I can do that.”Felicia the confident and cooperative Boxer”.

Dr B tells Veronica she will need to clean out my eye and scratch at the surface,  put in a protection lens so my eye can heal properly.

What??? INSIDE MY EYE??? Seriously? I don’t agree…at all!  No, no, no! Absolutely NOT!


Dennis tells me not to stress “Dr B will give you a shot and you’ll sleep thought the whole procedure”. Sleep? I don’t know about that? Sounds scary, now I have NO control on what’s going on.

Hmmm, come think of it…I will probably get a patch, like a pirate? Oh that would be super cool!!

“Felicia the Boxer pirate”, make way for the “Badass Boxer Pirate”…I’ll walk down our street and show that “Full of himself Jack Russel” what a Badass I am..ha!


…boy my head is heavy…and ohhhh my eyes are closing….”Felicia, the brave Boxer Pirate is falling asleep”….


…until I wake up.

What the heck is around my head???? What? Where is my pirate patch? I had it all figured out and now I wake up like this…OMG! This is horrible, how embarrassing!

“Felicia, the cone is to protect your eye from scratching and hurting”, “You’ll only wear it for 7 or 8 days”.


Only? More then a whole week She’s got to be kidding!! This is outrageous!

I refuse to stay here, in the front yard where everybody can see me. All by passers, especially the little “Full of himself Jack Russel” for one.

He’ll have a field day…


In the back yard at least only the stupid “Strutting Pigeon” is around. I feel deeply depressed and misunderstood.

Yeah, Veronica should wear one of these just to see how it feels.


Finally, after a very difficult week. (Yes It was very hard) I’m freed of my torture cone. Veronica’s calling “As you have been such a good girl I have a surprise for you”

A surprise? WHERE?


It’s a package, a big box, what can that be? Elk skin bones? Toys?


It’s my very own Harry Barker pad! Until now I was using Lego’s and frankly, I deserve my own, what with this whole eye ordeal.

I love it! Perfect colouring for my beautiful brindle coat. “Felicia the beautiful, brave stoic Boxer on her new mat” (Yes, I was very brave).

Medical issues sure pay off. Bring on more I say.


And just so you know; I could totally be a “Badass Boxer Pirate”!


My thanks go to Dr Stéphanie Borer for her medical skills and wonderful patience with my, not so cooperative, Felicia




The New Doctor


I am a little worried and upset. Today I have an appointment with the new Dr. Yeah that’s it: NEW! My favourite Dr. EVER has abandoned me!

He’s leaving for A WHOLE YEAR! Apparently there is this one famous professor in a place called Davis, with whom he wants to study.


Without fair warning, he broke the news during my June appointment. The nerve of him! So suddenly, he’s not good enough? He has to specialise?

PLEASE, how much does he actually have to learn? What were all those University studies for?  Plus he already spent a year with another professor in California. Wasn’t that enough?

No, no, no. I know what’s going on here, he just want’s some fun time with his family, and his dog. Yep even the dog is leaving.


He introduced us to his replacement, Dr. S. “She’s very nice and will take great care of you,” so he says. (Easy for him to say, he’ll be gone. And define “nice”!)

She looks super young, is she actually a real Doctor? With a proper diploma? She’s  pretty and all, but looks are one thing, knowledge is another. Apples and oranges here.

As I am a good dog, and very sweet, I will give her the benefit of the doubt and make my own conclusions in due time! (Like I have a choice here?!).


So here we are, on our way to my first appointment with this Dr. S. I am going to compare everything! YES EVERYTHING! Every little detail will be scrutinised!


Waiting room, the same. I stay alert to pick up any clue as to how the atmosphere is, now that he’s gone.

At the moment no change.


The mandatory weighing (same as before). I’m still between 29kg and 30kg. No, I’m not fat. I’m perfect for my 56 cm hight. (We already established that).

I have big muscles, even Dr. L says so.


Time to go into the consultation room. Looks the same to me, most importantly: the candy jar is in place. I love to come here. Well I love Dr L. (sigh)


What’s that I hear now? A feminine voice, yeah, that’s her, the Dr. S is arriving.


She sits down on the floor to greet me. Well now that’s nice, I like that. She talks sweetly, telling me I am very good and beautiful dog, (duh, yeah!) and that she will examine me and give me a shot.

Amazingly enough I don’t mind shots, see, at exact the same moment I get a candy.


She feels my heart, my stomach, pretty much the same routine as before, I get my shot, my candy. So far nothing to complain about.


That’s when things get out of control. “I think there is a little problem with Felicia’s eye”. What’s that now?  What does she mean by “problem”?

First of all I have no problem! Ok it feels a little weird but that’s surely temporary because of the weather or something, pollen or something.

It’s a known fact that pollen can affect the eyes.

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But Dr. S is very thorough and goes on and on looking. She thinks I have something called a “Corneal Ulcer”.

Typical, the moment Dr. L abandons me I have a problem. Dr S tells Veronica not to worry, she will send us to an “Ophthamologist”.

“Ophthamologist”???  And WTF is “Corneal Ulcer”? Explain yourself!


Dr. S tells me it’s a little injury to my eye, and I will see an eye specialist, that she is very nice and will heal my eye in no time.

Even though I’m not happy about my so called “problem”…


…I grudgingly have to admit this new, young, Dr. knows her business, and she’s cute and she has a killer smile.

I forgive you Dr. L, but you better be back in due time!! (Before I break a leg or something).


Meanwhile I’m super stressed about this whole “Ophthalmologist” business. She’s going to look me in the eye and perhaps perform a “little intervention”.

You hear that guys? An intervention!! Yeck, I’m so not looking forward to that!  But I’ll try to be brave…hm…

“Felicia the brave, strong, stoic Boxer in the face of medical surgery”. Sounds very cool!

(I know, I’m stretching reality a bit, but shhh don’t tell anyone).