First thing in Monday am, we woke up to LOUD and Bright thunderstorms. Flash, Boom, Bang and INCHES OF RAIN. I heard mama say, well now we know he is not afraid of storms. BUTT she wanted me to pee/poo in the rain! NOT!
She was fretting about the house and saying, He has a vet appt, he has to go outside. No Ball Game, No Walk, No pee/poo, oh what shall we do. She worked herself all up.
Butt the rain stopped and Daddy gave me a 5 minute walk, She would not go because the radar on her phone was flashing with lightning and she said If it strikes you and you are not dead, but an invalid, I will not take care of you.... I wondered if she meant that for me too...
I did pee, I did poop, and just as we parked the car at the vet office DOWN CAME THE RAIN!!!
They dragged me through the rain, we all huddled in the corner, 2 Dobie's came in and stared at me, I stared at them, and then the Tech came and took me away from Mama and daddy and left them out there with the Dobermans.
The appointment was one where they poke a needle in your leg and take the bloods. Supposed to be a simple poke by the vet tech, in and out and back home.
Butt NO. Mama said he is doing the scoots and his anal sacs are swollen and RED, could you check them out?
I was back there for 20 minutes, she squeezed and poked and prodded my front paw and my BUTT.. Butt was sore and she made me yelp! Turns out the anal sacs are really inflamed, but mama was so glad it was that and not the Big C. She thought of that because she looked at photos online that looked like mine and because my harness got to Big and slid around to the side yesterday, she thought I had cancer and had all this stuff in her mind. Like loosing weight and red behind. you know. mama stuff.
Anyhoo! I am fine, she puts powder on my food for 6 weeks and brings me back to be prodded again. If it is still inflamed she will put me to sleep and flush it, and I don't like the sound of that.
There was a scary ending, but I was wonderful, The Doberman did not like the dog that came out of the office door, he snarled at his sister, I came out at the same time, with a girl holding my leash that weighed less than I do, and she said I am having a hard time holding him, the dobie snarled at his sister, Mama grabbed me and got twisted in the leash causing a bruise on her arm, Daddy dragged me to the door and I did nothing butt be dragged.
When they weighed me, I am a perfect 79.5 lbs, look up at me on the table, you can see how good I look. I weight 88.9 when they saved me.. Tech said I am Perfect. Butt we know that.
She said to tell you her 3 biospys on her nose came back, one was nothing, one was precancer and the other is squaumous, but nothing to worry over, just put Chemo Cream on the nose daily for 2 weeks, stop for 2 weeks, put it daily for 2 weeks and come back to let them see what it looks like.
The good news is she had the 100.00 tube of Chemo Cream that Daddy had to use in Feb so no cost.
We are both FINE Sorry for all the chatter. We moved the answer post to Wed... Hope you can stand to wait