Tales from the Bark Side

What the heck is a biopsy?

Dude. It is SNOWING outside. I was all excited because Mommy took me out and didn't bring Lizzie. I was enjoying the ride in the car and watching all the snow fall until I realized we were at THAT place. You know the place...the vet. Lizzie loves them, but let's just say it's not my favorite place in the world. They POKE you there.

Anyway, of all the indignities, Mommy had Dr. Roland check my butt. HELLO, a little privacy for a dude please? That man was messing with my bum for entirely too long. Mommy said I was being a good boy but I sure wanted out of there. When they finished I was SO ready to go home. But then Mommy said we'd be back next week. In the car she told me I'd have to have minor surgery so they could do a complete biopsy. WHAT?! I have to go back? What the heck is a biopsy?

I wasn't very happy and so I started digging in my blanket in the seat. Then I noticed Mommy was awful quiet and I sniffed her and she smelled worried. So I decided to not be mad and to just love on her. She needed it.

I think she might be jealous because she said she'd rather have a procedure than have me have one. Whatever.

I'm gonna go take a nap...ooh or get a bone....ooh get a bone and then take a nap. Even better.