|I'm a good dog, Mom! Treat please!|
Indy and I headed over there around 8:30 this morning. The office was not crowded, but Indy was a little nervous and whiny. After getting weighed in (84# thank you very much!) we saw the vet. He did an impression smear of the lesion, where they press a glass slide onto the surface to pick up cells for microscopic exam.
We waited for the doc to come back, which Indy liked, since by then I had found the treat jar in the exam room! Hungry dog is easily distracted.... And when the doc came back, he gave us a smile, and told me it was a Cutaneous Histiocytoma, totally benign, and should resolve itself (go away) in another 2 months without treatment. YAY! No surgery, no big vet bill, and no Cone of Shame! I dread ever having to place Indy in the Cone of Shame...Cody was bad enough, knocking everything possible over by bulling past it. I can only imagine the utter destruction Indy would wreak if forced to wear the Cone of Shame in my home.
|Just say NO to the Cone of Shame, Mom!|
And in other good news, Roy was able to find us a good match for after Cody has crossed the Bridge. His name is Ranger, and he is a young handsome boy! More on Ranger in future posts.