to call the vet?

Hi, I’m PJ, and I’m a hypochondriac. My neurotic tendancies even extend to the people I love, including Briscoe. Case in point: I was going to call the vet this morning because my pup had something stuck to his right eyeball — a small fuzz/hairball. It was causing him major irritation (he kept rubbing his face against the side of the couch and on the rug) and for his eye to tear uncontrollably. But before I could get on the phone with the vet’s office, my husband was able to hold Briscoe down long enough to extract the fuzz/hairball. I have to give J major props for being brave enough to a) stick his fingers in our dog’s eye and b) piss off Briscoe by sticking his fingers in the dog’s eye.

And now we have a happy, fuzz/hairball-free puppy.