Two at a time

So... whatcha eating?

So... whatcha eating?

Last night when we made a vet appointment I told J I was happy to take Ishka and Bolo today. I really didn't think it through until this morning. How was I going to get two huskies out of the house, into the car, out of the car, and worst of all, into the vet's waiting room? Yikes.

I chose to go ask for help. The vet's office was understanding and happy for me to wait outside. In the end, the vet nurse took the dogs while I rushed around collecting vaccination cards and weighing the dogs. Thankyou Monash Veterinary Clinic!

Why were we back at the vet's?

Yesterday, I walked the dogs in the morning - Czar, Bolo and Mischa walked for about 45 minutes up the bike track and back. Frankie and Ishka walked two blocks up through the park and then back along the street. All the dogs were happy and moving well. 

Two doggy wrists, one big lump.

Two doggy wrists, one big lump.

But by evening, Ishka was limping around on three legs, and I spotted a golf ball sized on Bolo's wrist. So, it was back to the vet.

The vet checked both dogs over and reassured us that Ishka's implant had not failed in any way - he could still feel the metal plate in her leg, and the knee movement was good. He could see that she wasn't comfortable, was only putting her "tippy toes" to the floor, and was sitting with her leg stretched out, knee straight. He recommended she have a fortnight's crate rest and oral anti-inflammatories, to be reviewed if there's no improvement.

Bolo however, will be back at the Vet's tomorrow. The vet took a cell sample from the lump and identified it as a tumour, made of the local connective tissue. Because it has clearly defined margins and is mobile, the vet is hopeful that its a benign tumour, but there is a chance that its a sarcoma. 

Being super well behaved. I still wonder if we should buy the vet staff ear plugs for tomorrow.

Being super well behaved. I still wonder if we should buy the vet staff ear plugs for tomorrow.

Bolo holds a special place in J and my hearts. He, like Frankie and Czar, is a rescue dog. J collected him from the Lost Dogs Home, filthy, skeletal and withdrawn, at around 15 months. Bolo had been tied up in a back yard and barely given enough food to keep him alive. He wouldn't acknowledge people or other dogs. These days Bolo is a snuggle bunny who loves any kind of patting, grooming, scratching or other attention. He backchats me, plonks his head on my foot when I'm in the kitchen, and is a machine in harness. He's never learnt proper socialisation, so he walks in a muzzle to prevent him trying to fit smaller dogs in his mouth. 

Asking everyone to keep your fingers crossed, that our funny boy will be ok, and straight back on his feet after surgery tomorrow.