Irie- leave me hanging like that? How about just a topic? Memorable retrieve? Personality?

OK here's the story:

One of our dogs could turn doorknobs, flip open latches, climb anything, if it so much as saw a gun it would go super-hyper and start springing in place--like 6 feet high waiting for the shot so it could retrieve. One day we got home to find it had some how locked itself in the garage after opening the door. We go inside to find the brand new 5# Costco bag of milkbones laying torn open on the floor with one last green one still left inside. The dog looks like a tick about to pop. Bloated all out and happy as hell..
Here's the thing: That bag of dog treats was on top of a metal shelf 8 feet up. The step ladder had been left propped against the shelves. The dog didn't jump because nothing on the shelves was disturbed even the slightest.
So we lock him in his kennel and go to sleep.
The next morning I go to let him out and he comes running out of his kennel and *smack* right into a tree. The dog cannot see a thing. Blind as a bat. So my dad and I take his ass over to the vet, where he turns out the lights, shines a pen light in his eyes and says "Yep, he's blind alright." (now mind you we've forgotten all about the milkbones the day before) So he recommends us to a special doggie eye doctor up north so we load the dog back up, and drive 40 minutes up I-5 to a doggie eye doc who does the exact same thing: lights off, pen light, and she says the exact same thing. "Yep, he's blind alright. You're sure he could see yesterday?"
So my old man's settling the $250 tab for the pen light treatment, I take Pokey (yes, his name was Pokey.) outside where he starts snuffling around like he needs to crap. So he lays one loaf. Average size turds...walks 10 feet lays another...5 feet, another...6 feet another...And repeats this TWELVE TIMES. Each pile a healthy good sized landmine. About the 7th or 8th crap, he starts getting more and more excited and moving faster and faster... and now I realize he's no longer running into thing anymore. So he finishes up his marathon of crapping, his eyesight's 100% good as new and I take him back into the clinic and break the news. The Eye Vet turns the light off, shines the penlight, and says "I'll be damned!" We got out of there before she had the mind to ding us another $250.

It was a true case of not knowing whether to $hit or go blind.

And it IS a true story.

Funny stuff.

There is a new one... a dog that ate itself blind after climbing a ladder. Thanks for that. Unfortunately I don't have any super dog stories for you in return.
As far as personality- Lola packs her food bowl around the house with her reminding you when it is feeding time. If you ignore her first thing in the morning she will go get her bowl and repeatedly drop it at your feet, and if she does forget her bowl you just have to remind her. Fetch your bowl... she will tear around the house and come back with it excited of course. That is as close to begging as she gets.
Like I said she closes doors. If you tell her to kennel she runs into her kennel turns around and noses the wire door inside of the hinge and closes herself in. I didn't teach her that.
There is no question that she is smarter than I am capable of training.

Irie!

So my question is: How many pounds of crap is BlueJay full of to be so blind?

Lost one dog this year but I still have these two clowns