(He doesn’t tell stories very often, but when he does, they generally disparage Mr. Woo.)
The Food Lady says that my little brother Mr. Woo is not stupid, it’s just that his smart is hidden under a layer of lard. But I think she’s almost as stupid as he is, because she keeps thinking he will grow a brain.
It’s been FOUR YEARS since she first got him a toy like this, and he _still_ hasn’t figure out how it works!
And he likes it soooo much and wants it so bad, and he can’t even figure out what to do with it when he gets it!
The Food Lady says I should be fair, as not everybody else understands the toy either; it’s not just Woo.
But Needle Nose is just a baby, she’s SUPPOSED to be stupid, so it doesn’t count.
Yeah, yeah – Kieren also didn’t really get it at first.
But Kieren is also stupid! Stupid enough to try and steal the toy from Piper.
Probably nobody wants to adopt him because he has a deathwish.
Another stupid sibling, although he at least brought it back this way and didn’t just stand there chewing on it. The Food Lady says he is an Idiot Savant. That means he has a brain the size of a walnut, and can’t play agility.
I am the only smart dog in the whole family. I’m so smart, they had to put this big cone on my head to keep my brains in, cuz there’s too many for my skull. That’s what The Food Lady told me, and she has thumbs, so it must be true.
She also said that I have to wear a sock because something called cancer might be eating my feet. Do you think that’s true?
Nah, it can’t be true. If there’s eating going on, I’M going to be the one doing it!
Hey look! Numb Nuts figured out the toy. I guess he’s not so stupid after all.
Yeah, look how “stupid” I am Tweed.
Thanks for the story Tweed. You are a super genius indeed. And we’re all hoping you don’t have cancer.
Our Facebook fans know that this week I found another tumor on Tweed’s foot, on the toe next door to the original growth. This laid to rest the plans to chop off his bulgy digit, as while he may not “need” that out toe, he definitely needs the one next to it. And Dr. Bowra wasn’t about to start slicing him into pieces one toe at a time.
So yesterday Tweed went under sedation and Dr. B. removed as much of each growth as he could, and sent the samples off to Histovet in Ontario to see what they are made of. His lymph node on the same side was swollen :( so they did a fine needle aspirate of that as well and sent it off. Now we play the waiting game until the results come back.
Dr. Bowra didn’t want to say it IS cancer, but he couldn’t with any confidence say that it’s not either. At this point, what we are hoping for is of course that they are benign, but if they aren’t our next big wish is that it’s a slow growing kind of cancer that he could live with for some time to come. Because the Doc couldn’t get it all without cutting off his toes. And quite frankly, even if it is something dire, I don’t think I want to chop off any more parts of him.
I’m not sure how to play this yet … but whatever the lab results say, I’m determined not to be sad. When I am sad, Tweed is worried – and Tweed has been making me laugh for a good many years, too many years to make him worried at his end. He’s a damn good dog, and I owe it to him. We’ll celebrate him while he’s here, and I’ll mourn like fuck when he’s gone, but I’m not going to make him sad or scared.
Keep him in your thoughts, friends.