Her incision keeps looking better and better. And while she hates the cone with the heat of ten thousand suns, she isn’t letting it get in the way of her begging.
Category: Pets
Eight Days Post-op
The bruising is almost gone, and everything looks great. Frances has been such a good sport about this whole thing. She gets frustrated with the cone sometimes, but she doesn’t let it get her down.
Pitball
Seven Days Post-op
The incision looks pretty good, I think. Frances is over the whole cone thing, but she’s being a trooper.
The histopathology report is finally back. The vet called this afternoon with the results. One tumor was malignant, but they gave it a grade 1 and the margins were good, so I’m cautiously optimistic that it hasn’t metastasized. Frances will need a second surgery to remove the remaining tumors, and that’s scheduled for next Wednesday.
In the meantime, we’re finding ways to entertain ourselves. There are few things more ridiculous as a dog in a cone trying to get carrot slices out of a treat ball.
Also, because I haven’t spent enough time sitting on my ass, waiting for other people, I got up at 6am so I could get a shower and run to the grocery store before maintenance came to fix some stuff in my apartment. And then I rushed home to put away groceries and frantically clean the bathroom and kitchen. And then I say on my ass all day and waited. And waited. And waited.
Maybe they’ll show up on Friday?
Rare Frilled Fruit Bat Lizard
She hates the cone with the heat of ten thousand suns, but she’s trying to be a good sport about it.
Still no news on the histopathology report. Hmf.
Fruit Bat
No news on the histopathology report. I should have heard from the vet today, but I’m guessing either they or the lab were super busy because this is a short holiday week.
I am not the princess of patience, though. If I don’t hear from them by tomorrow afternoon, I expect my need for information will win against my need to not make phone calls.
Four Days Post-op
Homemade Pill Pockets
I tear off a small piece of flatbread (tortillas or chapatis work just as well), place the pill(s) on it, smear peanut butter along one edge, then roll it up and seal it with the peanut butter.
Then before I give the pill pocket to Frances, I make sure she sees the knife with the remainder of the peanut butter on it. This is key if the dog is picky. You want their greed to get the better of them. Frances is so busy thinking about the peanut butter on the knife that she Hoovers up the pill pocket as fast as she can. Then I let her lick the knife clean as a treat.
Three Days Post-op
The incision actually looks pretty good. There’s some bruising, but minimal swelling, and everything seems dry and clean.
Will Beg for Food
Frances says, “This thing isn’t funnel shaped for nothing, lady. Toss some food this way.”
I’m fairly confident that she’s feeling no pain. And she shouldn’t be, given the pain meds she’s on. I had to set up alarms on my phone, to keep them all straight and to ensure I don’t forget any.
I also made a chart to mark off the doses I’d given her, so I don’t have to rely on my Swiss cheese brain to remember.
red paper boat 