Hi to all the peoples on the innernets. This is Mazie Grace speakin'. Yesterday I gots to pay a visit to Unkle Doktor Blair for a eyeball check-up...<girly giggle> <girly giggle> <girly giggle> I love my Unkle Doktor Blair. He's my busted-up eyeball specialist. For those of you that don't know, I am what is called "blind as a bat". I was borned with something called "cadillacs" on my eyes. Unkle Doktor Blair removed them and turned my lights on when I was just 6 months old. Then, he operated on me again when I was a year old...you can read 'bout that here and here.
Yesterday, Unkle Doktor Blair said that my busted-up eyeballs weren't no worser or no better...they is just as busted-up as they was the last time he saw me. Mommy was sad. He said it was like lookin' outta clean car windshield that somebody had taked a screw driver and skratched all up. He said he could still help me but he wants to wait another 6 months to give my busted-up eyeballs a chance to rest for a while. I think he just wants to see me again...See, I love my Unkle Doktor Blair. I'm pretty sure he likes me a lot, too...he calls me Peanut...I'm pretty sure he wants me to be his Peanut. I mean, you should see how he stares into my busted-up eyeballs. Mommy says he looks into my eyeballs to check them...I think he's makin' googley eyes at me. Mommy told him that I'm usually a terrorist but when I git 'round him, I git all flirty and purry and sweet...shoot...I dance on my tippy-toes and flip over on my back and wag my tail for Unkle Doktor Blair...I can't control myself...I likes him a lot!
So...I'll be goin' back to see my Unkle Doktor Blair in June! I can't wait!
Very truly yours,