Then it was my turn. Mum found a lump on my neck about a week ago and it has gotten bigger. Miss Anna had a good look and felt it all around and said I have a tumour. It is a Histiocytoma. She is virtually certain it is a benign tumour that some young dogs get. Miss Anna said they sometimes go away themselves, or they can be cut out.
Here is a photo of my ouchie. I bumped it an hour ago and it bled a little but it didn't hurt me. I didn't even know. Mum gave me cuddles and cleaned me up.
Miss Anna is the best Vet in the world (well in our part of the world anyway). We love her to bits and trust her 100%. She helped our angel sissy Kara to the Rainbow Bridge and Mum says her compassion and dedication for the animals she cares for is outstanding.
Over the next three weeks we will monitor my ouchie. If it changes or gets bigger I will go straight back. Otherwise in three weeks Rory and I are going to be de-sexed. At the same time I will have my ouchie cut out. I hope it doesn't hurt. Mum says it definitely will not cause I will be having a good sleep and won't feel a thing. Mum says we will both be together, will have a little sleep with Miss Anna and then come home. We might have a sore spot but this will pass and mum says she will spoil us rotten. Yay. That sounds good to us.
Anyhoo, after that bloomin' ol news, we had our first play in our back paddock. My brother had to whipper snipper the long grass. We need a ride on mower, but lack of the paper money can be a bummer (woops, mum says I musn't swear). It was heaps fun and we ran and ran. Even Rory.
A doggie across the paddock barked and wanted to come and play. You have to look carefully and bigify near the middle behind the sheep. We totally ignored the sheep but they are friendly fellows.
After all that, we only had the energy to do this.
Last but not least, Rory sends this photo for everyone celebrating Halloween.
Well bye for now. Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend.
No worries, and love, Stella and Rory