Frasier went to the vet today, and he's probably ok. The vet thinks that it's what I suspected: he licked a new spot and it grew exponentially. He was already licking that spot, but when I put socks on him and he can't lick his preferred places on his legs, he goes looking for other spots. This one is just huge, and the vet thinks it may rupture. Which is what I was afraid of. He gave me a medicated spray to use on the dog, 3 times a day. I have to spray it and then keep him occupied for about 10 minutes to give it time to absorb. The thought is that it will shrink the spot down a bit. If it does rupture, it's going to be messy and a possibly vector for infection. He can operate, but it's an expensive operation and the dog is getting old (although he's still a puppy at heart) so he might have some serious problems with anesthesia. We're going to avoid that if possible. The vet said that he might be able to remove the spot with a "doggie downer" type shot that would make Frasier drowsy and then use a local anesthetic, but we'll wait and see on that. He wants to give the spray a chance to work and it might not need to be removed if it does shrink up. He said that it is not unusual at all for a "lick granuloma" as it's called to suddenly enlarge like this one has. The vet did suggest that I keep putting socks on Frasier, since they are keeping him from licking the spots on his leg so much.
More confirmation that Friaser is part of the family, because we are very much "Go Big or Go Home" and he's just following the tradition. :)
Maggie's part of the vet visit was for her quarterly butt squash. Which she did not appreciate! Maggie was happy to get a car ride, as was Frasier, but when we got there and she realized it is when the game of Drag the Dog started. Otter got Maggie in the door, but then Maggie stood with her nose up against the glass door in hopes that someone would let her out. Friaser was excited to get there, he literally ran and dragged me through the doorway. Maggie had to be pulled into the exam room, then the tech had to drag her out of there for her procedure. When they brought her back, Maggie ran into the room and turned her behind away from everybody. Then she wedged herself between Otter and the exam table, and smooshed her rear up to the wall so nobody could reach it.
After we got home with the dogs, Otter and I went to buy groceries. Wally was not as crowded as I expected when we got there, but they were starting to get busy by the time we were finishing up and checking out. I'm glad we did not wait until tomorrow, even though I was tired before we went and more tired after. They were starting to run out of eggs, which happens often the week before Easter.
One for Otter:
Also, the last post was a Star Trek reference (obviously!). But one correction: RIF, Y'all! The Borg Queen is a TEXAN, after all.
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