A Fibro What??

Sam here. So my nice vet, Dr. Erickson, called late yesterday with the pathology report on the small skin mass that was removed on Monday. She said it was a “fibroadnexal  hamartoma.”  What in the world is a fibroadnexal hamartoma, you ask? Good question.

According to petMD, a fibroadnexal hamartoma “is a non-neoplastic, benign proliferation of distorted adnexa, fat, and collagen.” This type of skin mass typically “forms nodules on the distal extremities of dogs. Keratin or other debris into the adjacent dermis may evoke a secondary, usually sterile, inflammatory response. Clinical behavior is benign and complete excision is typically curative. Although this mass has been marginally excised laterally, it is expansile in growth. Thus, excision is expected to be adequate and curative.” Keratin filled cysts may be the result from a trauma though I sure don’t remember any trauma [no snarky comments, mom-I still maintain I’m not dumb…so there!]. They look similar to sebaceous adenomas, another benign growth and something most poodles can look forward to getting at some point in their lives.

720108139_17013699719566836879In words even I can understand…ain’t no big deal. Whew! The incision is looking good although I’m going back later today to see if the popped stitches need some additional attention. I’m keeping my paws crossed I won’t need anything other than a good ear scratch and a couple tasty treats. While the vets are wonderful there, I’d just as soon lay in the sunshine and watch my neighborhood world roll by the garden which is now starting to wake up. Mom and I saw the first baby blue grape hyacinths this morning peeking out their little heads from under some leaf mulch. Me thinks I’m gonna have to ride herd over mom and dad to do some yard raking this weekend.

Whatever you do, hope your weekend is full of sunshine and smiles.

Live, love, bark! <3

A stitch in time…

Sam here. Well I guess I went and did it! Popped a stitch in my leg. At least one, maybe even two. She couldn’t tell. I just know it tasted pretty good and know for a fact, dog saliva has super healing powers and was only trying to help out the healing process. But what does mom do? She goes totally crazy.

IMG_2643 2 Um…how did that happen? No clue. Mom had put the small cone contraption on me that she bought and watched me like a hawk since it was kind of on the short side. Ok, I confess…I must have sneaked in a couple of licks when she only had the soft travel pillow on me (that or I thrashed around so much, I clonked my leg) but then she began the torture brought out the big guns. I swear, this thing received signals from the freaking International Space Station!
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Personally, I think it’s a bit of overkill but hey…I’m just a dog so what do I know? Like I mentioned, I crashed and banged into every angle, corner, doorway, piece of furniture and kneecap in the house…at least once. My poor nerves were frazzled. It’s been super windy here in the Mile High the past couple of days and the noise swirling around inside the cone completely freaked me out whenever we went outside. It got to the point I didn’t even want to read any pee-mails. I thrashed and banged around all last night long and the whole family barely got any rest. How is this poor poodle supposed to recover when he is wiped out from lack of sleep? Yeah, I thought so.

So Mom thought about creating a hack where she could take the cone off by taking one of her old socks and pulling it up over my whole leg. The vet told us not to bandage the incision to keep me from licking it but we could put a sock over it. She used some athletic tape to tie off the top and keep it from falling down. It stayed on all day and I never touched it (#gooddog)  It felt so great to be rid of that stupid satellite dish cone. I’m thinking of staying here all day and night to catch up on my beauty sleep. You can wake me up once this whole incision biz has fully healed so I can get back to being a fur coated pogo-stick doing what I do best.
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Wordless Wednesday

This should be called Wine Wednesday. Looks like a pretty good vintage. What do you think?

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Can I get HBO or Showtime?

720108139_17013699719566836879Sam here. I’m trying my best to catch up on some great shows on HBO and Showtime but so far nothing seems to be coming through. Can anyone tell me what’s up with that?

You probably heard that I had my teeth cleaned yesterday. I was a little loopy last night when mom picked me up. My eyes were very bloodshot and I looked like I had been crying with huge wet tear stains down my face. Mom thought I looked more than a little punch-drunk. My teeth are all sparkly now and nice Dr. Erickson removed a small cyst-like tumor on my front leg (yup, the same one I hurt last week-what were the odds?!). Mom noticed it when we were in California and knowing that I’d be put under for the teeth cleaning, opted to do both at the same time. If this is what getting old looks like, please unsubscribe me from that list.

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When I got home I was a ‘starving Marvin’ and ate like I hadn’t eaten in 87 days. Then I slept like a log all night long once I figured out how to navigate with the cone of shame HBO receiver on my head. Mom used one of those travel pillows to help me get used to the cone but has been watching me like a hawk so I don’t lick my foot. She doesn’t seem to understand it itches. Dr. E said I can’t go swimming or take any baths (yeah…doing the happy dance about that!) and must take all the meds they gave me to fully heal.

Anywhooo…I’m ok though it’ll take a few days to get all the anesthesia out of my system and get the pathology report back so we know more about that little nodule on my ankle. Paws crossed it’s nothing serious.

In the meantime, I’m gonna work the pitiful angle. Think it will work and I score extra treats with this look? I’m counting on it.

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In the meantime, I’m gonna take a lots of naps while I’m recording “Homeland” through this DVR cone. Maybe this stupid thing will keep my head upright since I can’t seem to lay my head down and get any rest today. Have a groovy Tuesday.

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Live, love, bark! <3

Monday Musings

Sam is off to the vet this morning to get his teeth cleaned but he asked me to share a smile as you begin the work week. May all your possums searches be easy today. Look sharp and have a great Monday!images-1

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🎶 Me and my Shadow…🎶

Me and my Shadow was a popular 1927 song co-written by Al Jolson and Billy Rose and one that’s been recorded by a number of people (i.e. Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Jr., even Liberace, among many others). It was performed by James Caan in the movie Funny Lady. Since returning from California, Me and My Shadow has been more like this.

IMG_2587Notice how Sam is focused on me during a recent walk rather than on the road ahead of him? More often than not when I’m working on the laptop, his head is squarely laying on my thigh or in my lap. If I’m on the sofa, he’s right there with his head on my thigh or staring at me or laying as close to my feet as he can possibly get. He follows me throughout the day rarely leaving my side. Instinctively, I start to pet him because he’s so sweet and soft but after 5-10 minutes of petting, I’ll stop and he just stays there or he’ll settle down laying right next to me or on top of my feet.

Because his leg was vastly improved (many thanks for all the well wishes), we went back to the hospital for the first time since September (you may recall we took a leave of absence from our pet therapy work while mom was in hospice and recovering from her recent health issues).

Sam seems somewhat unsure of himself at the hospital. He kept looking to me for guidance and encouragement. He has not been particularly focused on patients. He seemed to relish the time with the nurses (perhaps a light came on in his pea brain about them always having treats to offer?) but the patients and visitors it was more of a ‘meh’ kind of reaction. Take it or leave it, he could go either way…until we encountered a young man carrying his 13-month old daughter down the hallway. Sam seemed pretty eager to check them out so I led the way. His tail was wagging furiously and the fellow was very complimentary about him. He kept asking his daughter is she wanted to pet the puppy but she was kind of nonplussed (maybe Sam’s size intimidated her) but Sam was unwilling to drop it. He started pawing at the man’s knee-something he’s NEVER done before. At last the man bent down and had his little girl touch Sam. She still wasn’t all that impressed, but Sam was happy as a clam at high tide and the guy was pleased Sam was ever so gently and sweet while she pet him.

We had another encounter in a hallway with a deaf man who had an interpreter with him. Sam was only slightly interested in him and far more interested in the interpreter but in keeping with his ethos, he zeroed in on her (perhaps she needed a visit more than the fella did?). Hard to say but I do trust Sam’s ability to decide those things even when others may think he’s not that great since he doesn’t fawn over all patients at times. Sometimes its the visitors who need his kind of attention and energy more than the patients do.

It might take some time getting back into the swing of things doing what Sam does best but I’m watching him. Till then, I’ll be humming the song…Me and My Shaad-ddow.🎶

Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Me and my shadow
Not a soul to tell our troubles to

And when it’s twelve o’clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody’s there

Just me and my shadow
All alone and feelin’ blue

And when it’s twelve o’clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody’s there

Songwriters: Dave Dreyer, Al Jolson, Billy Rose

Live, love, bark! <3

Fun Fursday

Sam here…this is what I’ll look like when I get back from hospice later today. But it’s okay, I won’t mind a bit. People will make me feel better about my sore leg which is feeling MUCH better, thank you very much. I’ll make them smile by letting them flatten and smoosh my head. See…everyone wins.  Oh, the things I do to make people happy. 😉

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Wishing you a terrific “Fun Fursday!”

Live, love, bark! <3

Living among mortals

Over the weekend the realization that I live with a mortal soul became a cold hard reality and I’m not sure how to process it. In his usual greeting exuberance from returning from an evening outing, Sam pogo-sticked his way out the door and raced down the driveway in circles, turned on a dime and tweaked his front leg. Badly. The blood-curdling yelping rocked me to my core. I’ve never heard that noise coming from him and it was quite unnerving. Sam wouldn’t put much weight on his front leg and given his other body language, we knew something was definitely wrong. After a few minutes of realizing my sweet goofball boy was injured, we gathered him up and took him to the after hours critical care center I’ve used when our regular vet office is closed.

The vet diagnosed a ‘soft-tissue’ injury, a ubiquitous term used for many injuries. They examined him and recommended pain meds and full R&R while this injury heals. Like I’ve done myself a jillion times, it appeared that Sam suffered a bad sprain (I have weak ankles and am kind of accident prone, Sam is just overly exuberant even in his senior years). They sent us home with pain meds and a recommendation to visit our vet in a couple of days for follow-up. Since Sam is getting his teeth cleaned on Tuesday it makes perfect sense. In the meantime, my heart and mind are filled with confusion, dread and all sorts of exaggerated scenarios that are not in the usual happy-spot realm that this lovable mutt usually engenders.

imageIt’s a hard realization when you must face the notion of mortality of our companion pets. Even though intellectually I can wrap my head around his recovery and to a lesser degree, even a life where he won’t be bouncing around, my heart refuses to accept that notion today. As a bona-fide senior pooch I know recovery will take some time though he seems much improved as of this morning. A troubling comment from the vet was, “there’s a little arthritis I can feel in his front paws” which prompted past scenes of other companion pets aging less than gracefully. I’m just not ready for that right now; I’m used to the happy-go-lucky, bouncy boy who provides smiles to everyone he encounters. The weekend showed a pup clearly hurting and who gave me the “Mom, I hurt” look which absolutely broke my heart. We only want our pups to be pain-free and live forever or at least as close to that as possible, so when we see them experience something less, it clearly pains us.

Will Sam be ok, of that I have no doubt. He’s in otherwise good health. Will it take a while? Probably, but the hard part of course will be keeping him calm and rested as he heals. That will take a few days and definitely some creativity on my part-he doesn’t quite understand why he can’t be off leash in the yard and why we cant go on our normal long walks right now while he recovers. The truly hard part will be realizing my sweet prince is among other things a mere mortal. Not sure there’s a prescription that deals with that.

Live, love, bark! <3

Fair Trade?

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Having Sam as a companion through life is definitely a ‘Fair Trade” kind of deal. The fact that there used to be a coffee company with a mascot who looked like him makes me smile even more, especially as we push through the final preparation and organization of the garage project for Monday’s arrival of a pod full of boxes and possessions. We’ll get to start over again to reconfigure stuff for the space so we definitely will need the caffeine delivery system even more. And lucky me, mine has 4 legs and a tail to boot. Wishing you a super-fueled weekend with loads of smiles and tail wags.

Live, love, bark! <3

 

The moving saga continues…but it’s all pawsitive

It’s Friday…yippee! So looking forward to the weekend, how about you? We’ve been hard at work reorganizing the garage in anticipation of Wayne’s California belongings arriving on Monday. Building shelves, organizing more efficiently and condensing my stuff so that we can fit our belongings together has been an ongoing endeavor since we came back. Combining households is no easy venture…there’s only so much room you have to deal with and (sadly) we all tend to fill our space. When you add more possessions in the same amount of square footage, something has got to go. So I’ve been diligently purging clothes, bedding, extra kitchen utensils and other stuff like crazy. Why oh why did I hang on them in the first place is beyond explanation. 🙂

As you can see, Sam continues to ‘snoopervise‘ our hard work rotten lazy dog. Maybe he’s resting up in anticipation of next week’s hospital visits.

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Wishing you and yours a wonderful weekend full of pawsitive accomplishments and fun.

Live, love, bark! <3