|Naps and Stuff||
|Naps and Stuff||
All of my vet test came back normal. My blood work is just fine. No thyroid problems, and my bottom is just lumpy without anything cancerous. I didn't want to get my butt examined, but I put on my big girl pants and did it. If you need to do the same, go ahead and schedule your appointment. If you are 50 or older, get a colonoscopy.
I have a goose egg on my bottom. Only I'm small, so it's more of the size of a quail egg. My LADY thought it was an anal gland problem, but it turns out that it's a tumor. They took a sample, which was not fun-mind you, and now we are waiting to hear the results. We are all hoping that it is just a fatty deposit. Never before have I ever, ever hoped to just have a fat ass. We also discussed my weight problem and they are running a thyroid test. We will let you know soon about my test results.
News flash, but I'm sure this is no surprise. My infection in my ear has returned. It's just in one side this time. I now have to get medicine for 21 days. Let me also add that I hate going to the Vet's office. As soon as I walk through the door, I start to shake. I hate the smell. I hate the sound of dogs and cats baying in the back. I hate what happens there. I get weighed and poked. Once, while at the Vet's, they made me fall asleep and when I woke up, I was missing most of my teeth. That is so RUDE.
My ear infection is back. To quote The Godfather, part III, "Just when I thought I was out-they pull me back in!"
I thought I was out of the woods with the pain, the Vet and weeks of ear drops. I heard the LADY on the phone with the Vet's office. I'll bust a rhyme and just say- this appointment is a disappointment.
Yikes, today was pretty rough. My ears were really clogged up and the Vet worked hard to dig out the junk in my ears. The LADY said if I had been a boy, she would have named me Tater. She said you could have grown 'taters from all of the dirt the pulled out of my ears. Maybe I'll be able to hear better when my ear infection gets better. But maybe not. I've been learning to listen to hand signs at home. I've learned the sign for sit, lets-go-out and for lay down. We even have a sign for good girl and there's one for my name, too. The sign for my name is the same as the surfer sign for "hang loose", only you do it upside down, so dogs can see it . Not being able to hear can make being alone feel extra lonely sometimes. But don't worry about me, though. There are worse things than not being able to hear. I can still use my four paws. I can smell a treat from ten feet away. I can see like a hawk so if my hearing never comes back, I'll still be o.k.