My Little Frankenstein...

Roxy's my dog. She's crossed between a German Shepherd Dog and a Miniature Doberman Pinscher; she's two and a half years old and her left ear is always on alert ('Was that a squirrel? I thought I heard a squirrel...I'm sure I heard a squirrel.'). But today her radar ear is down.

Roxy had day surgery yesterday; had two lumps removed, one on top of her head and one on her back. ('And the bastards took skin samples too - oh the horror! Just look at me!'). Ten stitches on her head, five on her back and individual ones dispersed here and there from the skin samples. (A moan comes from the small body curled up by my feet). Yeah, she's not too happy with post surgery palliative care either. ('Vile Bipod! Why are you TYPING when you should be attending to my every need???').

A couple months ago, I had noticed a small white lump on her head, wasn't festering, wasn't an open sore, just...a lump. Well Roxy managed to scratch it off; I put some Polysporin on it and it looked like it was healing up nicely...until I noticed a week ago, it's baaaaaaaack! But this time it's black, and I could feel a second one coming up on her back. ('What the devil is that? Call the doctor, quick Human!'). However the Doctor wasn't sure what exactly the bumps were and suggested that we do a biopsy ('What do you mean you don't know? Where did you get your veterinary degree - the Home Shopping Channel???').

Now all we can do it wait until we hear back from the Pathologist with the results from the lump and skin samples. (Another moan). My poor little Frankenstein. Wanna treat? (The left radar ear perks up a little as she raises her head up off the floor). Wanna go for a walk? (And she's up...and we're out).