“An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance with joy.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Conduct of Life, Behavior (via Wikiquote)
So much can be said in a simple glance, no matter the human being or beast who does the glancing. Pixie, for instance, conveys a lot of information just by the way she looks at us. She can command an entire room without making so much as a peep (the same can’t always — or even often — be said for Wicket).
So when her eye’s bothering her and a visit to the vet is in order, she’s probably learned over the years that hiding such a condition benefits her ability to avoid said visit. She doesn’t understand the concept of “it’s for your own good” (I’m not sure there’s a glance I could cast in her direction that would get the point across), so the humans of the household have to be vigilant against her powers of self sabotage.
Sometimes dogs are too smart for their own good. People, too. Then again, any trip that requires even brief exposure to public motorways convinces me that there are plenty of people who are too dumb for their own good, as well. I guess the balance’s tipping point depends on variables to which I’m not always privy, but I try to keep an open mind.
And open eyes!