Wyatt

October - December 2006

The Glasses Incident
One morning in October, I heard Wyatt "crunch crunch crunching" on something, and thought it was a bone. I was wrong... It was my glasses! I chased him down and took them away, and when I tried to straighten them out, I noticed a lens was missing. Of course, it was the lens for my bad eye (the other is 20/20). I spent about 40 minutes looking for the lens... Under carpets, under the bed, everywhere, with no luck. Kristen even came home at lunch and looked without finding it. Fortunately (or unfortunately!) she took him to the dog park that evening. On his way out to the car, he had a call of nature, so she had to put it in a poop bag and dispose of it at home. Right before she was about to throw it away at home, she thought to check and see if it had glasses fragments in it, and she felt something solid through the bag. I really wanted to make sure that a) he had eaten the lens and b) he had passed a substantial portion of it, so I gave it the whole CSI treatment with rubber gloves. I ended up pulling out about 2/3 of it, in pieces. The picture on the left is what I recovered. And I learned never to leave my glasses on the nightstand!