Nicknames: Duder Duder or Scooter Bug, Scoots (given to me by my dogster pals!)
Birthday: March 13th 2004
Likes: FOOD, FOOD, FOOD! water and ice! playing with my squeaky stuffies!
Pet-Peeves: not getting ice or water when I want it! My cat sister never wants to play! GRRRR
Favorite Toy: Anything that squeaks...today, she prefers her green rubber squeaky toy...she squeaks it forever! She also likes showing her octopus stuffy who's boss...hehehehehe.
Favorite Food: I don't really eat, I inhale; if I had to pick a favorite dog treat: Bill Jack treats Human treat: hamburger...but really any meat is super yummy!
Favorite Walk: Local Park with trails or anywhere that takes her near the rabbits and near food on the ground!
Best Tricks: My personal favorite is breaking toys or tearing out stuffing out of stuffed animals in record time. Oh and my mommy thinks it's cool that I can shake hands
Arrival Story: We got Scooter about one month after my other fur baby, Floppy died. I wasn't planning on getting a dog so quickly, but at the time I was researching the beagle breed. One of the breeders I talked to mentioned that Scooter's mom had given birth 10 weeks prior to 3 pups. Scooter's dad was a champion. I was nervous about getting another dog so quickly, but when I saw Scooter, I knew it would be okay.
Bio: I came into my mommys life when she needed me most. I left my brother, sister, my mom, and grandmother for a life with my two mommies. It's a two way street. I let them hug and kiss me whenever they need me and I give them my best beagle look whenever I want something (did I say I love water and ice?!)
Forums Motto: Power of the Paw for those who need it
We saw Dr. Arrington, she's a really nice doctor lady who made sure I got a big treat before I left. That makes her okay in my book ;-).
So, what we know is that the cancer is not spread beyond the bladder. They did an ultrasound of my abdonmen to see if anything had spread and everything was okay. The doctor gave mom some options...the first being chemo and piroxicam, the second was just piroxicam by itself, and then a targeted, oral low dose chemo pill. The chemo gives me a year or two...the the piroxicam along gives me up to a year, and the target therapy would just maintain the mass and try to prevent it from getting bigger.
Moms are still trying to decide what to do. The good thing is I act normal and do all the stuff I normally do. She hates that I have an expiration date though :-(
Mom got confirmation yesterday. Mom had a feeling though. She thinks the doctor was trying to prepare her for a few days now. I have Transitional Cell Carcinoma which is found in the bladder. It's a pretty aggressive tumor too.
So far, I'm not really showing any signs. Mom has noticed I have retreated to my crate a little. I'm one of those rare hounds that actually likes their crate. It's where I feel safe. Other than that, I'm still begging for food and looking cute. No apparent signs of this nasty bugger.
I appreciate all the POP I can get. I don't know how much time I have, but I know that my mommys are going to have a hard time with this. I have been with them since I was a puppy so I'm their little baby Scoots. It's hard to believe I'm 11 already. They still remember the playful, mischevious little beagle. I better go now...mom is about to cry...
Several weeks ago mom noticed I was peeing more so at my semi annual check up, mom mentioned it to my vet who decided bloodwork and a urinalysis would be done. I had a UTI and was given an antibiotic injection. After 3 weeks, I went back and they discovered the UTI hadn't gone away. The doctor suggested we do a urine culture to figure out what kind of bacteria we were dealing with. She took me back to the room where they do the ultrasounds so that she could draw urine out from my bladder...it's the cleanest way to do that. She came back into the room a few minutes later and said she wasn't able to do it because she discovered a mass in my bladder. Yes, a mean old mass :-(
Doc Myers, who is my favorite doctor in the whole world, seem to tear up a bit when she came in to tell mom why she couldn't do the urine culture and to tell mom I had a pretty large mass on my bladder.
This hit mom pretty hard. She was not expecting this at all. My other mom was with us too and she started crying. Dr. Myers suggested we send the scans off to the radiologist for another opinion. Well, they pretty much confirmed what Dr. Myers said. In fact they said it looked "cancerous in nature". So the next step was to do a a procedure called a traumatic catetherization to see if they could draw cells from my bladder in a safe manner so they could send it off to the labs to see if it was the C word. First, Doc wanted to do chest xrays because IF it was the C word, and it spread already, it didn't make sense to move forward with the procedure.
The good news is the chest xray was totally clear...and so now we wait...wait and see if my life expectancy is shorter than mom thought it would be. She's scared of course. Me? I'm acting just like I always have...silly, food, happy hound. Why? Because that's how I have always been. You want to make me happy? Give me a treat. Want to make mom happy? Give her a good diagnosis.