Nutmeg had surgery on Monday. She had a very large cluster of tumors on her belly that seemed to spring up overnight as well as a lump on the top of her rump. Both were removed and we are awaiting the results of the histopathological examination. We're hoping that everything turns up benign.
She was still fairly wobbly when we picked her up. Not to worry - she spent most of the evening on a blankie (Sammi the greyhound was ticked off. He doesn't like to share.) As you can see in the photo below, she was in touch with the Twilight Zone.
I won't post photographs of her belly but here is a look at the top. Nutmeg ignored the sutures until yesterday.
I had already spent several nights on nurse duty. I needed to catch some solid sleep. Nutmeg soon found herself in a cobbled-together set of PJs. She slipped out of these around 4 AM.
The next step was the Cone of Shame.
She can stick her long tongue out far enough to lick her underside. I'm miffed. I really need to get some solid sleep rather than spending every minute of my time shouting, "NUTMEG! STOP! NUTMEG! DAMN IT!"
The little dogs had fiercely taunted Nutmeg all this week. They had baths in retaliation.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF!!! I enjoyed going to Yummy's with you!
