Boogie the Giant Schnauzer had a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day yesterday.
He had been worrying at one of his feet, so we went to see the Good Doctor. He reported that Boogie had developed a benign tumor between his toes, which was weepy and infected.
Due to Boogie's age (ten in November), the Doc strongly recommended the tumor be surgically removed under sedation and a local anesthetic, which we scheduled for yesterday. And as long as he was "under the knife," we also had the surgeon remove a wart from his hip that's been periodically bleeding and bothering him.
I'm happy to say that Boogs tolerated the sedation much better than he has during previous procedures. While we could tell that he didn't feel well, he was maintaining his balance, the whining and moaning was minimal, and he had a good appetite for his dinner.
Today, however, I'm getting the reproachful gaze because morning walkies are obviously off the table for a week or two. I'm just MEAN, and he can't understand why I HATE HIM SO MUCH.
3 comments:
"Why? WHY?"
baball = baseball under anesthetics
You are such a mean mommy. That look is just pure hatred. And to add insult to injury, his partially shaved butt is toward the camera. There is only one thing that could be worse in B's eyes - the cone of shame or the return of Demento Dog.
I hope Boogie gets well. Though he's already old enough to undergo treatments, I wish he could make it.
Cheers,
Natalie and my giant schnauzers
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