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
Sooo, I have to say that deciding which treatment to go with was pretty gut wrenching for mom. She and my other mom went back and forth. There were three choices: IV chemo...5 rounds, 3 weeks apart. Piroxicam by itself, and oral chemo with the piroxicam. The doc said the iv chemo could give me 1 to 2 years. With just the piroxicam, maybe a year and longer with the oral chemo.
At first moms decided on the iv chemo. But then they thought about the trips to the vet, the worrying, the wondering, my age, will it harm me. They changed their minds and decided to focus on my happiness and spoiling me. They did however chose the oral chemo pills with the piroxicam.
The good news is I am doing well, no side effects with either...arrrroooooo! And I am still not showing any symptoms of this nasty cancer. I go back in a couple of weeks to get bloodwork to see if it's affecting my kidneys.
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...