As some readers know, I have two dogs that kind of substitute for the offspring I never had. I wouldn’t say my dogs are my life, per se, but they are very important to me. And, just like all living things, sometimes they get sick.
A few years ago, my dog Arran had a mast cell tumor on his head. He had it removed and, fortunately, it was pretty benign. He healed quickly and never seemed any worse for wear.
I was hoping Arran would be one of those dogs who never gets another MCT, but I think he might have one now. He has a hard, slightly ulcerated bump, right next to the top of his right ear. It’s maybe an inch or so from where his first tumor was. I suspect it’s a MCT because it seems to get inflamed easily. Arran has also been spontaneously vomiting recently, for no apparent reason, and he’s had some pretty rancid gas. Mast cell tumors give off histamine, which can cause bleeding, stomach upset, and gas.
Yesterday, as I was writing a new book review on my main blog, Bill came into my office to tell me that Arran had a huge accident in the night. Sometime before we woke up, he went into the living room and had a bout of diarrhea on one of my new rugs. We cleaned up the mess; then at ten o’clock, Bill called what I think will be our new vet. Unlike our previous vets in Herrenberg, this practice has regular Saturday hours from ten o’clock until noon. We got an appointment at 11:45am.
Bill met the wife side of the husband and wife team, who checked out Arran and spoke relatively good English. She gave Arran a shot and some medications for pain and to settle his stomach. He’s doing better today, but unfortunately, Bill had to leave for another business trip. This time, he’s going to the States. I’ll be here alone all week, which sucks.
I think after Bill’s trip, I will arrange to have the vet aspirate Arran’s bump and, perhaps, remove it. There’s always a risk with MCTs because if you don’t get them all with really good margins, they can come back with a vengeance.
My other dog, Zane, has also had a mast cell tumor. Zane is doing fine now, but he’s had his issues with stomach upset and the like. He’s getting lumpier by the day, too, thanks to many old man tumors. I hope none of them are dangerous, but I don’t want to put either dog through any extreme surgeries because they’re both getting old. I suspect a lot of the tumors Zane has are fatty lumps called lipomas.
I was hoping to have something new and exciting to write about today, but unfortunately, it’s just another cloudy weekend on my own. Maybe I’ll think of one of my famous top ten lists in the meantime, as I feed Arran a bland diet. Arran was ravenous this morning, which is a good sign.
On another note, as happy as I am that my husband has work he enjoys in a place we both enjoy, I really hate it when he leaves town. I especially hate it now, because I don’t really know anyone in Wiesbaden yet and don’t yet know my way around here. I also hate driving, although I will do it if I have to. I miss Bill when he’s gone. I suspect I’ll be sleeping and reading a lot this week, hoping for prettier weather. Last night, I told Bill it felt like he’d never left the Army. He just doesn’t get to look like a hottie in his uniform anymore.
Oh well… for President’s Day weekend, we have planned another trip to France, this time to an area we have not yet explored. We’ve found a very inexpensive and pet friendly house to rent. It might soon be time for another list of pet friendly lodging!