Lovely, lovely

Fantastic hike in a familiar place

Anyone remember this?

After 23 days, stitches finally out! YAY!

Doesn't this look great?!?!

Cooling down to 90

Wow, its seriously hhhhhhhhoooottttt

7 more days of stitches, cones, medicine and t-shirts

And not to mention, lots of snuggling

Not in the clear yet . . . .

I thought it was going great and we were on the home stretch, but when I came home, a couple of Aidan's stitches were out and the t-shirt was a little, you know, bloody. He had the cone on so not sure how that happened, but they are clever. So, off to the docs we went. Aidan is now on antibiotics and his stitches may not come out on Thursday as anticipated. The doc didn't replace them, because there are two deeper layers of tissue underneaththe skin layer that have just as many stitches, so the area will probably be ok without them. But, they may all stay in 5-7 more days. More cone-age for him. He's still happy, just more pills and more time.

On another note, mom totally visited baby robin a few times, fed him, tried to coax him to fly, then just called for him from above for 1.5 hours. He just yelped back. But, finally, when it became dark, he flew to a tree. It took him the entire yard to gain some height and then when he landed he fell down a number of branches, but he was fine. He was hanging out in the yard again this morning, visited by mom, but I haven't seen him this afternoon. Robins are everywhere so I might see other kids. YAY.

Cystic Pilomatricoma Oh My

We have major happy faces right now - the mass was a cystic pilomatricoma, a BENIGN tumor, a very strange thing I might add. It is multi-lobulated and had odd things growing in each lobe. I will stop there. The doc got all of the surrouding inflammatory tissue where it could possibly expand to  out. It is gone! So, here is my dog with no malignant cancer. YAY!

On another note, this little guy has been in my backyard calling for his mom for about an hour. He is very fluffy and his chest is all spotted. He bounces ok, but I saw him get stuck in some longer grass, and then he had to take a nap because that wore him out so much. Where is mom? It takes all of my being to not try to help in any way possible and to stay away. This is just pulling at my heart strings. But, I keep telling myself that staying away will help the most. Is that right? He just keeps on calling to mom, its sooooo concerning, mostly because its starting to get dark and we have stray cats in the neighborhood, and raccoons and foxes . . . Nature will take care of it, right?

And on yet another note, another little guy keeps digging up a small area of my grass where I planted grass seed. The area is a preteen squirrel-sized indent now, and he keeps rolling around in it. Its super cute to watch and he is just having fun. I tried to get a video of it, but I was inside and that didn't quite work. Here he is drinking from the bird fountain, and you can hear the robin in the background.

Looking better!

Cats by candlelight

He's still smiling

Today he is a-ok. Even better this evening.

He did very well in surgery, but . . .

When I picked him up at the vet, he had his cone on and he just wagged his tail slowly while I talked with the vet. Right now, he is relaxing and comfortable. Warning - the size of his incision is shocking.

They excised the lump and lots of other tissue. I believe they are worried about this. I teared up a little bit but pushed it back because I had to pay attention to the post-surgical instructions. Look at the large amount of stitches - I mean at least a 100 maybe more. I came home with Rimadyl and Tramadol for pain  and um, something else.

They did a horizontal incision for many reasons, one of which is if there is a need for radiation treamtent, this way works better. Dr. Aducci consulted with two other doctors about how to do the incision. With this horizontal incision, there is more tension, so he cannot go outside for any reason whatsoever for 14 days, except to pee, and for that he will be on a leash.

I took his elizabethan cone off for this evening. He will have to wear the cone for 14 days, along with this t-shirt. This is pretty overwhelming, but I believe he will be okay.

Surgery scheduled next Thursday

5"x3" outer thigh just under hip

Mowing the lawn, walking backwards . . . fell onto the planter (with a 90 year-old tree in it). Thank goodness the lawnmower stopped.

Backyard . . . Its really starting to bloom.

The honeysuckle . . .

The rare tree (not sure what exactly it is but I was told it is rare) and the roses . . .

The crooked other rare tree . . . got a whack or two from a snowstorm, as you see, but is ok . . .

Snowy checking out the birds in the birdbath - "wait, are those real?"

Who's a GAH BAH?!

Aidan is a GAH BAH!

And, english roses are a comin' . . .

Remembering Tamarack . . . . .

The Arabian in this photo looks just like Tamarack (Tammy), the 3/4 Arabian, 1/4 Morgan mare I used to ride at Iron Horse Stables growing up. She passed on when she was 14 due to an accident on the way to a trail ride at Cherry Creek Dam. The other horse in the trailer with her had gotten spooked and did some major damage to the trailer and to Tammy and himself (even if they are separated, they can really do some serious damage in enclosed spaces, just like at the races). The other horse was still very upset when they were led out of the trailer and he continued to lash out in a frightened rage. Tammy had two broken front legs and, unfortunately, had to be put down. I just learned about it this last year when I visited Cindy at her new ranch in Larkspur.

She was an unbelievably fantastic horse.

Seine

I have a photo just like this, and it is terribly warped at this point, from a trip to Paris long ago. But when I saw this photo posted on another blog, I had to capture it. It is seriously almost the exact photo I took . . . . I think in the Summer of 2001. Lovely memories . . .

Everything's comin' up roses . . .

Roses starting to bloom . . .

You asked, I tell

Was taken to dinner here last evening. Lovely, lovely . . .

The Buddha

Now resides in my backyard . . .

My first iris this year

My lovely 9 year-old dog

My lovely dog . . . had to post these to make up for "the bump photos"

The Bump

Well, here is my most recent worry . . . Aidan's back bump is now very large and he is bothered by it more and more. He is licking it a lot lately. The vet and I have been watching it for months and decided if it becomes uncomfortable for him or starts changing in color or texture, then we will do more than watch. Soon, it will need to come off. ;-(

 

Poor Baby!

My favorite park . . . just spectacular!