Rory goes to the Vet

Howdy Everybuddy

Yesterday mum had to take Rory to the Vet.  He had a couple of lumps and they were getting bigger.  Mum didn't say anything cause she thought she was worrying enough for all of Blogville.  The good news is that they are NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!!!  Yaahooooo.  Apparently they are fluid filled cysts and our dear Vet, Miss Anna, checked them out and drained them.  All gone, all good.  They might come back, they might not, BUTT the main thing is they don't make Rory sore or sick.

Hey Stellie, I want to tell the story too!  

Ok, little brother, you tell everybuddy how good you were and how proud of you mum was.  Well mates, I'm kinda proud of him too, and relieved, cause even though I like to boss the poor little bloke around, I do love him.

Well everybuddy, it was so exciting.  Mum and sissy took me, and only me, to the Vet, all by themselves.  Dad was at work and even though I am a good boy, mum still worries in case I see a doggie who yells HBO words at me cause then she thinks I might yell back at them and be a bum.  Well I can tell you, I was the perfect gentleman.  Mum said I was just fabo and kept telling me what a good little man I was.

We arrived on time but the poor reception lady had double booked our appointment.  She was real sorry but they have a new computer system just started and she was still getting used to it.  That is fine cause we just went for a little walk and mum made me do some obedience outside, up and down the street, and this helped me relax.

Here I am waiting to go into the Vet.  Their waiting room is small, so we waited outside so we didn't bother anyone else who might be surprised at my size.  

When we went in the first thing Miss Anna does is weigh me on a giant scale.  I step up on it easy peasy cause mum makes me walk along things at Dog School and now I know it's not scarey.  I had to sit and wait for the scale to tell us my weight.  Mum thought for sure I would be around 78 kgs (171 lbs) butt she was wrong.  Up came the figure of 84 kgs (185 lbs).  Mum nearly yelped cause I have put on 10 kgs in the last 8 months.  I'm not fat though.  I am tall and solid and the Vet said I was perfect.  I think I am too hehe.

Then we went into the examination room but sadly I did not get lifted up onto the table, sigh.  I just sniffed around and slobbered on Miss Anna while she examined my lumps.  No worries, she said (well she didn't actually say those words butt that is what she meant hehe).  I will get a sample from your bump and see what's going on.  My mum gave me an ear rub while Miss Anna got an injection and withdrew all this brownish fluid from me.  I didn't move a muscle and can't actually remember her doing anything.  Mum said I was A GOOD BOY!  After that mum and Miss Anna went blah blah, clean teeth, blah blah, eat more bones, blah, blah, blah for absolutely ages. 

Apparently my teeth have a little tartar so now I have to clean my teeth and eat more bones and chewy things butt I have to admit, I'm not much into chewing stuff.  I know it's weird, but mum says I'm just a bit too lazy.  Hehe, she's probably right!

Stella will chew for hours.

I chew for a few minutes!

Mum is this a cow's ear?  

OMD, mum, it's not one of our friends from the paddock is it?

I don't think I can eat anymore mum.

After we came home, mum was smiling and happy all day.  We love it cause you know that a happy mum makes a happy house.  Well mates, that's it for now.  Sorry to make you worry mum.  Stoopid bumps.  

Thanks for coming to the Vets with me sissy.

 Keep still Rory.  I'm just checking for more lumps.

Hehe, ahahaha,he, ha, ooo stop it Stellie, that tickles.

 I'm kinda sleepy now.

Shhhhh.  Don't wake up my little brother.  
He's tired out.  See ya all soon.  
No worries, and love, Stella and Rory