We hope all of you were safe yesterday from the terrible storms that swept thru the middle of the country. It was one of those days where we sat around with the Weather Channel radar map on the Kindle and watched storms approaching. Fortunately though the wind was pretty gusty, we only had one thunderstorm that lasted a short time. The bad storms went around us.
A storm day was just the start of a week that has me on edge. This is the week that I take all the dogs in to visit Dr B. They'll all have checkups and blood tests and he'll look at any lumps or bumps and discuss any other problems. This creates a really nerve wracking week for me.
We already know that three of them, Noah, Tess and Fudge need dental cleanings, but the unknown is what worries me.
On Wednesday Tess, Lola and Norma Jean will go. On Friday Bailey, Morgan and Noah will go. Today we took Sydney, Mackenzie and Fudge in. Sydney was a mess. She's a happy girl in the waiting room, greeting everyone and giving kisses, but the minute we walk into the exam room she changes completely. She becomes one big nerve ending. She screams and squirms and snaps. We muzzled her and she still twisted herself into a pretzel while getting her vaccines. As soon as possible Rob took her to the car to chill.
While he was on the table I noticed another lump on his side. I hadn't noticed it before but it's a pretty good size. The doctor looked at it and said he's glad we found it today because it looks like a mast cell tumor, a form of cancer. We need to get it out of there. Fudge will be going in for surgery next week unless it changes before then. He'll have the tumor removed as well as two cysts. He'll get his gums contoured and then we wait for the pathology report.