Have I eve mentioned what a superb meeter & greeter Murphy is?
Richard's brought him to the train station a few times when he's meeting me off a train. And Murphy is the best ever - he's bright and interested and looking out for you, this big doggie grin on his face. When he sees you (usually before you've seen him) he is desperate to get to you, pulling at the lead until he's let go, when he races towards you and almost knocks you down, so delighted is he to say hello!
Recently I was in Aberdeen and suggested to Richard he bring Maddie to meet me upon my return to Inverness, given her recent troubles (see previous post). So there I was, high-tailing it up the platform, looking forward to a rumbunctious welcome - cos Maddie's always more high-energy than Murphy.
I should have known better.
I saw Richard first and looking down, realised Miss Welcome hadn't even noticed I had arrived (I was 4 feet away), being much more interested in a mark on the floor she was straining towards in the hope it might be edible. Upon my calling her name she looked up briefly, almost nodded then went back to her nasal exploration of the floor. As we left the station she was pulling on her lead to get out. I was just another hand on the lead holding her back. Welcome home, Mummy!
Huh! Note to self, always choose Murphy! It's just not Maddie's forte.
30 May 2017
Maddie's woes
Poor Maddie has been in the wars the last couple of weeks.
I noticed she had a substantial lump behind her top front teeth and got it looked at by the vet. She was then taken in the next morning for an operation to have it removed. The evening before the surgery she managed to tear a dew claw.
So when we got her back on the Wednesday she had bright pink bandage round her front paw and was missing the lump (a tumour) and one tooth (which they had to remove in order to get the tumour out).
Although she was clearly feeling sorry for herself the first thing she did upon getting home was nip into her crate and start pulling the cotton wool out of her bandage! So she spent the next 4 days with one of my socks over it, which seemed to stop her. Of course, the day before she was due back for a follow-up she got the whole thing off, so I had to dig out the first aid kit, my first aid knowledge and the doggy "no chew" bandages we still have from Murphy's previous paw incidents. I was pretty impressed with the result, myself!
(Of course, she shot into the garden the morning of the follow-up and got it wet on the grass, so we got told off by the vet and the bandage was removed, with her getting a "buster collar" (cone of shame/lampshade) instead. She was very patient with it but it wouldn't go in the crate and Richard let her sleep on the spare bed instead. Didn't stop her stealing our shoes as normal and I had a hilarious 10 minutes watching her desperately trying to get herself, the lampshade and my shoe into the crate!
She's been on soft food since, and has only recently been allowed to walk off the lead. Murphy's very jealous of the food, he'd love to get rice and boiled chicken, or mashed potato and tuna for his dinner!
So - the biopsis on the tumour came back from the lab and it turns out it was a low-grade sarcoma. They're pretty sure it won't metastisise (move to other parts of the body) but we have to decide what to do next. The vet says she didn't manage to get the root of it and it could come back. We could leave it and see what happens, or we could have further surgery done to try to remove all of it (probably necessitating the removal of more teeth and some bone). This would need to be done at one of the vet schools (Edinburgh or Glasgow) so we've nominated Glasgow and she's emailed them for advice.
Once she hears back we'll have to sit down with the vet and have a talk about it, I guess. In the meantime she's back to being as full of beans and mischief as usual. Thank goodness!
I noticed she had a substantial lump behind her top front teeth and got it looked at by the vet. She was then taken in the next morning for an operation to have it removed. The evening before the surgery she managed to tear a dew claw.
So when we got her back on the Wednesday she had bright pink bandage round her front paw and was missing the lump (a tumour) and one tooth (which they had to remove in order to get the tumour out).
Although she was clearly feeling sorry for herself the first thing she did upon getting home was nip into her crate and start pulling the cotton wool out of her bandage! So she spent the next 4 days with one of my socks over it, which seemed to stop her. Of course, the day before she was due back for a follow-up she got the whole thing off, so I had to dig out the first aid kit, my first aid knowledge and the doggy "no chew" bandages we still have from Murphy's previous paw incidents. I was pretty impressed with the result, myself!
(Of course, she shot into the garden the morning of the follow-up and got it wet on the grass, so we got told off by the vet and the bandage was removed, with her getting a "buster collar" (cone of shame/lampshade) instead. She was very patient with it but it wouldn't go in the crate and Richard let her sleep on the spare bed instead. Didn't stop her stealing our shoes as normal and I had a hilarious 10 minutes watching her desperately trying to get herself, the lampshade and my shoe into the crate!
She's been on soft food since, and has only recently been allowed to walk off the lead. Murphy's very jealous of the food, he'd love to get rice and boiled chicken, or mashed potato and tuna for his dinner!
So - the biopsis on the tumour came back from the lab and it turns out it was a low-grade sarcoma. They're pretty sure it won't metastisise (move to other parts of the body) but we have to decide what to do next. The vet says she didn't manage to get the root of it and it could come back. We could leave it and see what happens, or we could have further surgery done to try to remove all of it (probably necessitating the removal of more teeth and some bone). This would need to be done at one of the vet schools (Edinburgh or Glasgow) so we've nominated Glasgow and she's emailed them for advice.
Once she hears back we'll have to sit down with the vet and have a talk about it, I guess. In the meantime she's back to being as full of beans and mischief as usual. Thank goodness!
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