My dearly beloved had cataract surgery in one eye recently. While he was in the pre-op area, I exchanged pleasantries with an older gentleman; the next day, at hubby's 24-hour post-surgical check, we encountered the same gent, with his wife, who was wearing the same dark glasses as my own beloved.
This man queried how my dearly beloved was doing, and I asked the same question of his wife. "Oh, she can't see, but we're hopeful." Turned out that she had been hit in the eye by a bungee cord, and it had detached something or other in her eye. They live 200 miles from here, and no emergency room or doctor would even look at her.
So, when we went back for hubby's one week checkup, he inquired about the woman whose eye got hit by the bungee cord. The doctor looked blank for a minute, and then said, "Oh, yes. She was lucky; she's gotten some sight back. A lot of people get hit in the eye by bungee cords that snap, and many of them are left permanently blind."
So, bloggy friends, please, use rope, not bungee cords. Thor wants you to keep being able to see his adorable doggy smile.