so it's cancer

Great!  Out of five dogs that we've had since we've been married, this is the fourth dog we've had who has cancer... great!

Digital Squamous Cell Carcinoma, I think that's what the doctor called it.  We found out yesterday after her toe was removed last week.  Here we thought she had just dislocated her toe.  So, as cancers go, this is a "good " one.  Supposedly it doesn't spread to organs and for the most part it should be contained to the toe that was removed.  Therefore, hopefully there won't be any spreading.  Needless to say, I HATE cancer.  

On a good note, I was trying to find something that would make her bandages less slippery ( she's a tripawd to begin with) so I went to Target and got a pair of 4T baby socks with rubber grippers on the bottom.  It is working great, and it was cheap... $1.25 for the pair!

 As always, she is taking this is stride....  What's that saying about ignorance is bliss?  Why do we as her human companions always have to carry the burden of "knowing"?   I wish I could live in that blissful ignorance too....

This one is just Jazz being Jazz...  Isn't she a cutie?

name change

Sometimes I just have weird things that I think aloud about, that's why I decided to change the name...

So Sugar (my tripawd) has to have a toe removed on Monday.  It's always nerve wracking when one of my babies has to go to the hospital.  I know she will feel better when it is over, but right now she's looking at me with that look like I'm the worst person in the whole wide world and no one else would ever do this to her! We're such horrible people.  So, she's my little money pit... this episode is going to cost us close to $3000.  She already cost us $380 in x-rays and another $300 for a consultation and medicine and Monday should be about $2100.  Great! But what can you do?  She has to be able to walk (or in her case, hop)  Needless to say, I'm worried.  It always worries me when they are not with me.

Yes, that's her boo boo!

She's also 10 years old, another reason that it worries me when she is under anesthesia.  Of course the other greyhound has separation anxiety. So I've been trying to think of how I can do all my Monday errands with her by my side.  I can't even leave her in the car because she screeches like someone is killing her.  What a dilemma!

The one on the right is having the surgery and the one on the left is the crazy one.  One good note is that I do have health insurance on the two of them, so we'll see how that turns out this time around