We have been getting lots of rain recently. Well, OK. It is NOTHING compared to what they have been getting where weatherman Jakey lives, but to a couple of desert dogs, it sure seems like a lot. Remember...Azrizona, where the sun always shines and the total rainfall annually is somewhere around 8.5 inches. And most of that comes after sundown. I think there is a rule about that. Anyway, we are having a hard time finding things to do inside.
Teka spent some time yesterday trying to figure out what that stubby thing that has been following her around is. She kept looking and looking, but she could never quite grab it.
Muzzer, on the other hand, has been polishing off her "ToDo" list. Unfortunately, one of the things at the top of the list was: Find a new Vet. And right below that: Take Gussie to meet Vet - Get Lump checked.
Now, I will admit that I have a bump on the side of my neck. My vet in Phoenix took some samples of the stuff inside it, and she said it was "fatty tissue" I know it is really muscle, and I am quite attached to it. The vet in Phoenix said it could stay with me until it got in the way, or until it started making it hard to breathe. There was also the option of "removing" it while we were still in Phoenix, but muzzer opted out of that one.
Let me tell you, I was greatly relieved. I figured me and Rodney would hang around together forever. I'm no dummy. I know that when they "remove" something they use knives! And they give you some Anti Setic so you snooze through the whole thing, and when you wake up, some favorite pieces are missing. After all, I have just supported my pal Jackson
through his recent surgeries. And I am (ahem) neutered, and I remember that I didn't much like that process. Anyway, when muzzer got on the phone and made the appointment, I figured I would charm this lady vet too, and Rodney and I would have more time together.
Woops, wrong again. This sweet looking lady (she is no taller than muzzer) said I was overweight. That was the first thing. Then she and muzzer started considering options. To "remove" or not to "remove," that was the question. And I paced back and forth and barked at them, but they did not honor my opinions. Sooooo...my muzzer, whom I diligently walk twice daily so she gets her exercise, whom I support by sleeping on HER side of the big bed, whom I protect, amuse and entertain...
my muzzer made an appointment for me to have my lump removed.Anyway. On Tuesday morning I don't get to have breakfasts! And I am going to see that nasty lady doctor and have Rodney removed. And I am not in the least bit happy about this. So I have posted a picture of me and Rodney, so you can all keep us in your thoughts on Tuesday morning, around 8:00 ayem Central Doglight time.
Boy...I better see some of those nursies when I get out of that Anti Setic stuff.