Recovering

I was pretty unpopular around here this morning. I had to tell the pack that they weren't getting any breakfast. They were not happy and I had many complaints. The reason was that three of our pack were heading for the hospital early in the morning.

Noah needed a blood test. He's been on his thyroid medication for just a month and has already dropped about five pounds. Once his blood was drawn, he came home and had breakfast with the remaining pack members.

Norma Jean remained at the hospital and had a small skin mass removed from the rim of her eye. It didn't require a stitch and she'll be good as new in a couple days. We chose to remove it now because if it grew it could distort the eye rim and be harder to remove.

Samba had a papilloma removed from the top of her foot. She had stitches and will be wearing the cone of shame for about  a week. She's already smashed into the backs of my legs, so I should have a whole new batch of bruises soon.

Both girls had only local anesthesia which amazes me. Dr B tries to use the least possible, but with my squirmy dogs it's surprising that they hold still enough for surgery. They both came home after only two hours, had breakfast and are now resting. Now I can relax. I'm always uneasy when my babes are away from the pack.