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Livin' Life as the Nubster

Always lead with the good news from the vet, Pt II

BENIGN! BENIGN!! BENIGN!!!! Just as all you pups knew...da momma was just being silly and paranoid. (And now she's really relieved to have the official word.) Being a bit of an overemotional wreck, momma didn't really hear much of what the good vet (Dr. K, not Dr. Nitwit) had to say after the good news, but apparently it was some sort of tumor that had to do with the blood vessels. Whatever...the important part is that it's benign and they got every last bit of it. Woo hoo!

The best part of it all, I think, are all the new games that I have to play. One that I love to play with momma is "Slice the Hamstring." I walk as closely as I can behind her, then WHAM! run the plastic collar into any part of her leg that I can find. It's so much fun, and momma loves it too - you should hear her howls of joy every time we play it.

Another fun game is Pinball. (I love this collar!!!) What I try to do is hit as many objects as I can while running is a somewhat straight line. I get bonus points if I actually chip the paint on the walls (relax, momma - that's why you bought touch -up paint) or if I completely knock the item over.

Life is good!

Thank you so much, pals! Your gifts, well wishes and p-mails have been more appreciated that either me or momma can express. We are a better family for being part of the Dogster family. :)

Nubby is home and safe.

She made it through the surgery with flying colors. The vet ( just in case you were wondering - due to a bad roll of the dice, Nubby ended up with Dr. Nitwit doing the surgery) said that the skin beneath the mass looked nice and healthy, so until the biopsy comes back I'm going on the assumption that all is well and she is cancer-free. Hopefully the biopsy backs me up instead of proving hope is for suckers. :)

Right now she's asleep in her crate, sleeping like a baby. (A baby on a significant dose of drugs, that is.) She's walking fine - even standing on her back legs. She'll keep the bandage on for three days, then it will be removed and the stiches will come out in 14 days. (The bandage is cracking me up - it's got "no chew" written on it. I can't even get her to listen to that command, let alone read it.)

So, I'm off to watch her breathe. I hope everyone had a great weekend, and thanks for thinking happy thoughts for her today.

Kristy

We need to talk, momma.

"Okay, what's all this crap about 'no food after 9 pm the day before the surgery?' If they're going to be vicious about it, then leave the darn mass on my leg. We both know it's fine - no need to remove it at the EXPENSE OF FOOD.

Not only that, by not feeding me, you are in direct violation of our contract. Sure - in your piddly little mind I'm not much more than a day laborer who lives with you instead of forcing you to drive down to Glendale and Galetti every morning for pick-up. But we do have an understanding that will stand up in court. In exchange for hugs, kisses, cuteness and hilarious antics you provide me with kibble three times a day, fresh water, most of your dinner and 95% of your bed at night. (Walks are bonuses, but HDTV is mandatory.) I did ALL of my duties yesterday - plus don't forget the overtime I've been working the past two days - and I even woke you up this morning with a kiss. That's right! I performed one of my duties prior to receiving ANY kind of compensation, and you are now withholding said compensation.

And what's up with cleaning my crate? You know that's just going to give me a belly rash."

"What you do you mean, I wouldn't want to get an infected wound because the floor was dirty? Woman, at this point I would gladly accept a staph infection if it came with some kibble."

"I'm not going to get anywhere with you, am I? This is one cause I'm going to lose?"

"FINE! Don't be surprised when I throw up on your new couch later."