Likes: Riding in the car, going to the dog park, riding the scale, playing with mom, swimming at the farm and Stony Creek
Pet-Peeves: When mom pretends like we're going somewhere exciting, but she's just going to the bank
Favorite Toy: Water Kong, Kong Jack
Favorite Food: Royal Canin, chicken that he steals off the counter....
Favorite Walk: Stoney Creek
Best Tricks: Sit, down, shake, 'Get on the scale' (he loves riding the scale up and down at the vets)
Arrival Story: Roswell came into the vet as a stray during the infamous eastcoast blackout a few years back. He was with his sister, who was adopted by another employee.
Bio: Roswell is a big mushball. He's the coolest dog ever and loves pretty much everybody. He is a retired blood donor and never complains during the procedure- his only requests was that he got to meet who he's donating to, and that he gets a treat afterwards.
So yesterday the moms took me to the doctor place that took away part of my mouth. I was pretty nervous going in. I didn't want to have to stay there again, even though they were really nice to me. The Moms talked to the dogor for a little while and she seemed to think that the surgery might have gotten rid of all the bad cancer bugs. But there is still a possibility that some of them escaped into my nose, so the surgeon said they should inject me with chemicals to get them to go away. Mom went back and forth about it for a while. She half thinks that the surgery did the trick and half thinks that if there are a few cells left that they need to be blasted. After thinking about it, she finally decided to go ahead and try to give me the best chance for completely getting rid of them.
The one tech took me back and vampirized me for a blood profile. That came back ok, so I was then taken back for a little while to get the drugs. They poked me in my back leg and I had to sit there for just a little while. I was so happy that I got to go home with Mom! She dropped me off at her work though for a little bit while she and step-mom went out for their annifursary. Did they bring me back anything?.... Nope....
I just wanted to get home. I fell asleep pretty quickly. I'm doing fine though from the chemo so far. The dogtor said that the medication can suppress my cell count, so mom needs to check some blood later this week to make sure I'm doing ok. After that, I need to go back in about 3-4 weeks for another round. It'll be done about 5 times. After that, hopefully they can say that the things are gone for good and I can just go on about my life. Wish me luck!!! :)
I went to the cancer doctor last Tuesday and they did something to my mouth. Now I'm missing half of my upper jaw. It's weird, but I'm getting used to it. I'm still having a little bit of blood from my nose, so whatever they did, must have gone that way too. Mom's sad because the cancer dogtor said the bad thing in my mouth had spread past what the what CT scan showed. Mom's been pretty stressed about this. I don't know what it all means. We go back at the end of the week to see how things look. I'll probably have to have that pokey thing in my arm and get that white injection so I go to sleep. Then I guess the moms have to decide what they're going to do for me.
Not sure what all this canned food is about, but I like it. :D I think mom feels bad making me go to all these dogtors so she's spoiling me. Only thing is, I feel a little funny after I eat it. I think mom's spiking my food.... She keeps putting these little white pills and this capsule thing into my food and then a little while later I feel sleepy. At least it take my mind off my aching mouth. I'm feeling pretty good. I'm mostly resting when mom isn't feeding me. Mom got me a new bed, too.
So, my Mom's always poking and prodding me. It's been almost a month now that she discovered I was hiding something. There was a mass on my gums by my canine tooth. She drew some blood, which came back fine, so she decided to torture me a week later and made me take a nap while she cleaned my teeth and had step-mom remove the mass. they didn't think it was to much to be concerned about since I'd had weird benign things in my mouth in the same place about 5 years ago. So they sent it in for biopsy and my mom started crying when she saw the results. After that, she started looking at me funny and acting weird around me. I guess the news wasn't so good. Something called 'maxillary osteosarcoma'.
So mom took some pictures of my chest to make sure that whatever was in my mouth hadn't spread to my lungs. I'm not sure how that works, but she thought it was something to look into. Everything turned out fine with that. After that, I had to go to another doctor at the same office that took care of my brother, Beau, when he had cancer. They had removed a huge lipoma from my back leg a little while ago and were pretty nice people. i met a new lady surgeon who was pretty nice, but telling the moms some not so great things. She wanted me to have more pictures of my face to see where this thing was growing into.
The next day I went to another office. I was loving all the car rides, but all these doctor offices were getting to be a little unnecessary.... Mom left me for a few hours, and the new people put a pokey thing in my leg and i fell asleep while a big machine scanned me. i think they just wanted to see how big my brain was. Mom came to pick me up and when I heard my name on the loud speaker thing, I started barking. Mom was here!!! I couldn't wait to leave there.
The scan I guess said that it hadn't spread too far. It was just around a couple of my teeth. So, we went back to the cancer dogter who went over the results. She again was talking crazy stuff....She said that I do need surgery and that they will have to take out most of the top right side of my mouth. Woah.... not cool.... Mom of course started looking at me funny again.I think she's torn about what she wants to do. She doesn't want the tumor to take over my face and leave me with only a couple months left here. But she doesn't want me to go through painful surgery that might not be the ultimate cure. I still could need chemo after the surgery. She ended up setting a surgery date though, and next week I'm going under yet again.
Step-mom knew mom was pretty worried about me. She called around to a few places and decided I was going to get the star treatment and get a photoshoot. Mom went out to the Three Dog Bakery and got me a huge crunchy bone with my name on it. Karen Kish came to the moms' work and had me pose for some really cool pictures. Who wouldn't want to see my handsome face? I got to eat half of the bone and mom has another pupcake for me later this weekend. Mrs. Karen said I was a very good pup. :)
This weekend mom is just letting me relax and then on Tuesday it will be the big day. Mom's sad that I need to have this done, but the bad thing in my mouth has already grown back from when it was taken out just a couple weeks ago. It's even bigger and uglier than before. She's afraid there isn't much time before it spreads to other places, so if she's going to do something, it has to be right away. :(
Wish me luck! Hopefully the surgery will fix everything. I might look a little weird afterward though, so if you don't recognize me, I'll lean against you to remind you.