First, the new Dogtor said she has always wanted a Scottie...so she's aces in our book already. Second, she said that my bump just looked like a cyst & she is not worried about. Since it's so close to my eye she just wants mum to watch it & if it changes in size or shape to bring me back. Or if it starts to bother me she can sedate me and take it off, but as long as it's no bother it's alright. Phew...mums heart started beating and she said she can breathe again.
Hey y'all - my mum would appreciate it if you could send some Power of the Paw to me... See she found this ugly red bump and now she's scared. I go to the vet tomorrow to get it checked out, and listen to this...Dr. Tina RETIRED! We didn't even know till mum called and was told yesterday was her last day. Mum is very sad about that and doesn't know what she thinks of seeing a new Dogtor. She really trusted Dr. Tina. Here's a picture of my bump...
Please excuse my eye boogies. Mum found dried blood in my beard which is what caused her to notice them bump. She's hoping and praying it's nothing serious, but she tends to jump to the worst case scenario.
We have no words today for our sadness at the loss of our dear furiend, Stuart. He was our first furiend here, mum followed him before she even brought me, Edgar, home. Please say a prayer for Stuart's peeps, for as much as we shall miss him, we know they will a thousandfold.
So, ummm...I got into some hot water, and I think it's totally mum & the fella's fault. See, I have a habit of getting into the garbage. Mum has combatted this by shoving the garbage can into a corner and using a baby gate to keep me away. Well...after Thanksgiving, she moved it all to load the dishwasher. And the fella had not taken out the trash with all the turkey guts and gore in it. Well...what do you think happened?!
This happened. And then This:
Yep...that's the remains of a turkey carcass...on the big bed. Mum and the fella also discovered hidden bits all night long...a drumstick buried in the couch cushion. Turkey skin buried in the Christmas tree skirt. And when they went to bed...turkey. In the bed. Under the covers. Buried. Yep - I'm in pretty hot water. Add all of that to mum's freak out about me not supposing to have cooked bones for splintering and such...I'm not sure how to get back in their good graces, because mum also took me with her to pop into work today to meet her new friends there...and I, uh...I pooped on the floor. Any ideas, furiends? I'm in the dog house.