I hate driving.
Last night I had to take up everyone’s food except for Dora’s because of Tammy’s surgery. I know they were all hungry — they mostly snack.
We got up early this morning, and after I got everyone — including myself — situated, I put Tammy’s collar on (she doesn’t wear one — Murphy chews them off). Murphy was not happy. Tammy was unsure.
I always worry more when I have one of my babies in the car, mostly because I don’t know what I would do if I had a wreck. Since we were going against traffic, everything went fairly smoothly. Tammy and I count the freeways — 45 to I10 to 610 to 59 and then exit Beechnut to the vet.
Tammy was more reluctant than usual at the vet’s. She didn’t want to go with the tech, so they let me go back with her. She’s a good dog; she just remembers the chemo. We got he in a nice cage with a nice binky and I left for work.
I cruised in at 10 til my class, still having to change clothes and review for class. Of course other teachers needed this and that and so my class suffered a little. Just before I had to go observe a class, the vet called. He had pulled Tammy’s two bad teeth, and now that he finally had her under, he could look more closely at the tumor in her mouth — everything was on the left side. He asked if I wanted him to cut out the tumor. After confirming that he was only talking about soft tissue (taking out half of her jaw was one option four years ago), I agreed.
I observed the class and then had to drive out to Clear Lake for my first dental appointment. It went well and then I drove to my second appointment (I’m in the implant process for one tooth). The second involved upper and lower impressions — which I am getting better about since I had a very kind student who is a dentist from Venezuela give me some advice. It has worked so far.
All the while, I was thinking about the second question from the vet: did I want to have the tumor tested. When I got back over to Beechnut, I told the vet my trouble. In saying it, I knew. I didn’t want to hear any bad news, but would love some good news. But what could he do if it were bad news? Tell me they had lost the sample? I said send it.
He then told me that he had had to sedate poor Tammy again because she was bleeding. And that she had pooped herself while under and that they had to clean her up. You have to understand that Tammy’s but is at once a mass of mystery — the fur!!!! — and something of a magnet for grass and leaves. The poor tech was so worried she hadn’t cleaned her up very well.
I got Tammy’s meds and some pictures, and we left.
The trek home was hard. Tammy was woozy and very attached to the gear shift. The traffic was terrible on 59 to 610 to 45.
We finally got home and I found that Murphy had pooped in the house. Sigh.
I let them out for a minute and then ran to Fiesta to get some soft wet food for Tam.
As I held the bowl for her to eat, she was still bleeding a bit. Hopefully, it will stop by tomorrow. She’s still a little wobbly, but I think she will be ok.