Those of you who follow us on Facebook already know this, but the results came back from Histovet yesterday and Tweed DOES NOT have cancer! Yay!!
YAY YAY YAY!!!
Oh look at me, I’m Tweed, and I have a hurt foot, and it’s all about me.
Knock it off TWooie, or I’ll make you be buddies with Martine.
I hate you.
Yeah, well, hate her all you want. Martini is leaving for her new home on Tuesday.
Too bad the last photos I took of her see her sporting Winter’s old belly band. Not to keep her from peeing, obviously, but to stop her from licking her stitches. Collies are divas and throw hissy fits about being asked to wear plastic cones.
We will miss her royal countenance, yippy demands, and even the nip to the back of the ankle I get when breakfast is too slow to arrive for her liking.
But I will still have TWEED! Hurrah! Until the end of time, because he does not have cancer!
Because Tweed is a one-of-a-kind dog who does everything in extraordinary ways, he did not have cancer-tumours on his foot, he had, umm, he had … this:
“CHRONIC HYPERPLASTIC MIXED INFLAMMATION WITH FIBROSIS AND ADNEXAL
HYPERTROPHY, COMBINING TO CREATE LESIONS THAT COULD BE VARIOUSLY
TERMED FIBROADNEXAL DYSPLASIA, CHRONIC LICK GRANULOMA, OR CHRONIC
I only speak English, not … whatever language that is, but the short version is that something bothered / inflamed Tweed’s toe, so he licked it. While he licked it, it got more irritated and grew some more, and invited a friend to the party to get back at him for licking it. Not sure what started the whole thing off, but I am going to blame a wasp, just because wasps really piss me off.
I wonder if TWooie will get some on the inside of his elbows, being that he is the dog in the household that licks himself as a stress reliever.
Anyway … YAY! I am full of yay, and not much else :) I am so relieved my boy is going to be okay!