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Deep breaths being taken...
Jan. 10th, 2007 09:56 am...as I just found out that Bell does not have bone cancer. She still retains her prize as one of the weirdest dogs known, but that's fine!
So, the story. We noticed about a week ago that she was licking, and occasionally biting at one of her legs, but it just seemed one of her neurotic things (my mother's last two dogs did the same regularly). I washed it in warm salty water, put a bit of seabuckthorn oil on it, and it got better. Until it got worse again, and I thought I'd better take her to the vet - but not urgently. Monday evening she was looking decidedly mouldy, after office hours, of course, but we bathed her leg and fussed over her a lot and she cheered up, ate her bedtime Bonio enthusiastically, went out for her last-of-the-day pee happily, and there didn't seem to be an emergency. Got an appointment for her yesterday at 5, and as of the afternoon she was decidedly chirpy - looking for food she could steal off the counter and out of the bin in the kitchen as normal, tail-waggy and cold-nosey and all. Though her leg was swollen and nasty looking. O.D. and I got her to the vet's - which was a major trauma in itself for ALL concerned - the lovely vet looked a bit appalled, after hearing that it could not have been a fight with another dog or fox (there are puncture wounds - wtf?), took her temp, which was really high, and said they'd keep her in overnight to x-ray her in the morning. He didn't specify, but I knew exactly what he was thinking when he said they'd to find out whether the very nasty infection was secondary to something else.
I was sure that the earlier-than-expected phone call from him this morning meant it was bad, but it wasn't! Just a very mysterious, aggressive infection picked up somehow or other, which looks just like the kind of thing they apparently see all the time with bone cancers. But x-rays were all clear...
I'll be picking her up a bit later this morning, fitted with a drain in her leg (gulp) which will stay there for three days, while she's on the antibiotics. Never a bloody dull moment around here!
Before I commence my nursing duties, here's a little something for the sappy pet-people like myself. It says 'Kitty bed gallery', and so it is, but there are at least 4 dogs in there too - don't miss the dalmatian trying to fit into a bed 5 times too small for it! Or the greyhound... Or the setter! I'm very much thinking of trying one for Bell, who'd love it to bits, if I could get it adapted to bigger successfully.
Essay? M.A.? What's that now?
Currently reading Philip Reeve's Larklight, and enjoying it very much! (Just to touch back into the world of books.)
So, the story. We noticed about a week ago that she was licking, and occasionally biting at one of her legs, but it just seemed one of her neurotic things (my mother's last two dogs did the same regularly). I washed it in warm salty water, put a bit of seabuckthorn oil on it, and it got better. Until it got worse again, and I thought I'd better take her to the vet - but not urgently. Monday evening she was looking decidedly mouldy, after office hours, of course, but we bathed her leg and fussed over her a lot and she cheered up, ate her bedtime Bonio enthusiastically, went out for her last-of-the-day pee happily, and there didn't seem to be an emergency. Got an appointment for her yesterday at 5, and as of the afternoon she was decidedly chirpy - looking for food she could steal off the counter and out of the bin in the kitchen as normal, tail-waggy and cold-nosey and all. Though her leg was swollen and nasty looking. O.D. and I got her to the vet's - which was a major trauma in itself for ALL concerned - the lovely vet looked a bit appalled, after hearing that it could not have been a fight with another dog or fox (there are puncture wounds - wtf?), took her temp, which was really high, and said they'd keep her in overnight to x-ray her in the morning. He didn't specify, but I knew exactly what he was thinking when he said they'd to find out whether the very nasty infection was secondary to something else.
I was sure that the earlier-than-expected phone call from him this morning meant it was bad, but it wasn't! Just a very mysterious, aggressive infection picked up somehow or other, which looks just like the kind of thing they apparently see all the time with bone cancers. But x-rays were all clear...
I'll be picking her up a bit later this morning, fitted with a drain in her leg (gulp) which will stay there for three days, while she's on the antibiotics. Never a bloody dull moment around here!
Before I commence my nursing duties, here's a little something for the sappy pet-people like myself. It says 'Kitty bed gallery', and so it is, but there are at least 4 dogs in there too - don't miss the dalmatian trying to fit into a bed 5 times too small for it! Or the greyhound... Or the setter! I'm very much thinking of trying one for Bell, who'd love it to bits, if I could get it adapted to bigger successfully.
Essay? M.A.? What's that now?
Currently reading Philip Reeve's Larklight, and enjoying it very much! (Just to touch back into the world of books.)
