My yellow Lab rescue has this thing he does—when I sit down to eat he will go to the door and whine to be let out, when I get up to let him out he rushes back to the table to try to get my food. It worked only once and he got himself a plate of spaghetti, but he keeps trying—he somehow understands a diversion tactic.
Hope you were ok, it’s scary. Years ago my husband inadvertently looked at someone welding and I had to take him to the ER. He thought he was permanently blind.
Looks like Luann is destined to work in some facet of Health Care. She has good reactions and already knows what she is doing among her clueless classmates.
“Eviscerated” is used in a break-up letter? Wow he better run—and fast!