This afternoon we went for a little trip and I enjoyed the fresh air. They thought I deserved a treat after the morning's ordeal at the vets. They put me on my side and held me down - and removed the stitches from my belly. Now I do not need the big lampshade collar any more. I can lick myself again!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Recovery
This afternoon we went for a little trip and I enjoyed the fresh air. They thought I deserved a treat after the morning's ordeal at the vets. They put me on my side and held me down - and removed the stitches from my belly. Now I do not need the big lampshade collar any more. I can lick myself again!
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Big Collar
Look what they are making me wear. I do not like this big collar at all. They say I bit off half of the drain the vet left in my wound - well, there was this bit hanging out of me, I did give it a good tug when they were not looking.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Feeling a bit poorly
4 am, morning after my op. What is "mom" doing up just sitting there, watching me? Handy, because if I moan, there is a cuddle and even a biscuit, cause my appetite is back. Well, it never went away, because the first thing they did when I woke up at the doggie "hospital" yesterday was to eat a meal they offered me. A dog is not allowed to go home until it has eaten something. Then I had a good dinner at home, and a snack later. How about a little early breakfast, now?
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Back home
A very drowsy Tess is back home, with a big scar on her belly. The vet said the operation went well.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Went to see the vet - again
Fortunately I do not know it, but my tumour is to be removed tomorrow. I know my friends will be thinking of me.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Today
An old, wise dog seeks the shade on a sunny day. When I was younger I just sat in the sun and suffered.
A siesta on the sofa. That plaster is a nuisance. I take them off so fast that they go through a pack a day.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Why am I wearing a "bra"?
That nasty tumour I have is acting up again. It is pills for breakfast and dinner for me these days, and they keep trying to dress my abscess with plasters - which I have become quite an expert at tearing off immediately. This is the latest: A specially designed "bra" that "mom" has knitted for me. It will be fun to tear that up.
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