All we ever have to say aloud is, “Did we do Casey’s
eyes today?” and he immediately goes airborne, landing right in the center of
the living room couch. It’s not that he’s excited to receive his daily dose of
tacrolimus on each cornea, he’s not. He just knows that it’s inevitable, so he
assumes the position on the couch – usually after a standing jump - and Vic
works her magic, applying a dab in each eye. Today grandson Ezra and
daughter-in-law Ernelyn got a lapful of Border collie before we could rephrase
the question. Cute picture though.