Accident Prone.

Lefty is the dumbest smart dog I know!  He is really smart and catches onto things really quickly, but pretends to be dumb.  Then there are moments when he just gets ahead of himself and doesn't pay attention; i.e. you tell him there's a squirrel, he gets excited and when you point the direction it is he runs the opposite direction.  Dumbest smart dog I know!  Lefty is definitely a people sort of dog.  He definitely prefers the company of his people over other dogs at the dog park and things like that, as well.  You know, he also pays a lot of attention to how you're feeling.  He knows if you're not feeling well or if you're upset or really excited.  He's pretty awesome to have around.  However, with the job of upkeeping the title of "Dumbest Smartdog," he tends to be a little accident prone.

When he was a puppy, he would get so excited when we first got up in the morning, he would sometimes get ahead of himself going downstairs.  It resulted in him falling halfway down the stairs and hitting his head at the bottom.  He would pop back up like nothing happened and keep running!  There were also times when we would play and he would turn too fast...straight into a wall.  He still does that sometimes.
The following is a little story about our latest adventures.

A couple of weekends ago, for Ryan and I's anniversary weekend, we decided to take our fur-child to the dog park before the sun went down.  He was so hyper and we had been out all day, so he needed to run out some energy.  It was really cool out and the temperature was dropping really quickly as the sun went down.  Every dog that came into the park would enter at the same level: Psycho Hyper!  They would come in "psycho hyper" and then run it down a few notches as all the dogs would gang up and run around with the "psycho hyper" newbie...until the next one arrived.  It was crazy!  Ryan and I were enjoying the evening but were having trouble getting Lefty to keep hanging out with his fur-friends.  He kept coming back and sitting with us and then whining cuz he wasn't running with the other kids!  Insert a huge eye-roll here.  We finally decided he was only going to play more if we stood in the chaos of other fur-parents and their fur-children, so we did.  There was only a group of four of us standing in the middle with a few dogs but they were having a blast running and jumping on top of one another and doing the general "psycho hyper" dog stuff.  Then, we noticed Lefty slowing down and then hiding behind us a little.  There was a dark patch on his side and I thought it was a clump of mud.  Ryan tried dusting it off of him but it wouldn't move.  Nope.  It was a hole about an inch to an inch and half in his side!  Whelp, there goes an easy going evening!  We called the vet as soon as we got in the car and headed to the house.  Ryan talked to the vet and we headed over after we tried to give Lefty his anxiety pill.  Yes!  He has anxiety meds for when we go to the vet, now.  Fun!  He spit out the cheese but we thought he took his pill anyway.  We get there and the vet takes a look at him and gave him five staples.  He did great!  She even punched those suckers in right in the reception area!  We get home around 9pm and we still haven't had our dinner so we commence our "low key evening" where we left off, grill steak, and have a few drinks on the patio...with our stapled dog.  Oh yes, and it turned out that we found his anxiety meds under a dining room chair-he had spit the stupid thing out!

Three days later, I am still tending to his rough housing wound when I start to notice a lot of gunk coming out of his right eye.  Its not completely uncommon but it was noticeable, nonetheless.  I don't worry about it, I just clean it up and move on with my day.  Ryan was out of town for work for most of the week, at the time.  I start to notice that later into the day there is more of this stuff and its just coming right back.  Holy crap...it looks like conjunctivitis.  What's conjunctivitis?  Its pink eye...its freaking pink eye! First thing in the morning, I am calling the vet's office saying what's going on and what it looks like and they put us in a slot for the late morning.  Poor guy is scratching his face while he's trying to walk and blinking a lot.  He was, like, the poster child for abused dogs while he sat pouting in the exam room!  He actually took his pill this time, so he was anxious but not freaking out...and loopy.  After some testing, conjunctivitis was confirmed and he was given eye ball meds for the next five days.  We had a new vet and when she looked at his chart she exclaimed, "Oh, wow!  Lefty, you have been here a lot lately!  Are you accident prone?"  By the time she said this he was walking around with a numbed right eye and looked like a drunk frat boy pacing the room.  She took a look at his staples and said they were doing great, too!

Upon leaving, we said goodbye to the awesome staff and I said, "See you next Friday!"