Yes, what about Bob?--poor sweet little Bob. For those of you who don't know, Bob is a part of the family.
He's my daughter's and son-in-law's dog--just don't tell him that! Well, Bob has been having some problems. About 5 weeks ago, when they woke up in the morning they noticed that Bob was limping, and then they noticed that his back leg was swollen. So that day they took him to the Doctor's and by the time they got to the Dr.'s office, his leg was twice the size. The Dr. told them that Bob must have hit his leg the day before, and his leg was filled with blood and it needed to be drained. Okay, no problem---
(although, in their mind, they didn't think he hit his leg at all)
Here he is all done at the Dr.'s office. Notice--he's panting--not because he's hot (it was probably 20 degrees out)--it's because he's happy and excited (he pants when he's happy like this : ) He loves going to the Dr.'s--it doesn't matter what they do to him either. I think he was proud of his new bandage too.
Well after a week or so, it just didn't seem to be healing right, so the Dr. decided to re-open the leg, and drain it again, but this time--for added protection--this is how Bob came home--
He was very proud of his protective cone too!! Although, if you notice, this cone is a new kind--it's a foam material, which was no problem for Bob to be able to maneuver around it and rip his bandage off. (He's home alone all day --so this probably gave him something to do)
Well after he did this, and after the Dr. checked his leg, he said just to keep the bandage off because it looked okay and being open to the air would heal it faster. Well......it didn't. As a matter of fact, by the next week, it was worse, and it got to the point where Bob was walking only on 3 legs. I want you to keep in mind, that Bob, the whole time, never complained--he's always happy. When they finally took him back to the Dr.'s for the umpteenth time, my daughter told me that it looked like there was a golf ball underneath his skin.
Immediately after seeing this, the Dr. set him up for emergency surgery. And what they found were a mass of tiny and spreading tumors in his leg. Somehow these tumors we're swelling up his leg with blood--not quite sure--you'd have to talk to the Dr. Needless to say, this was very alarming, and a biopsy was taken to see if it was cancer. And if it was cancer, they would have to amputate his leg. This was a week ago.
My son-in-law wouldn't leave him and fortunately he works for his very understanding father, and Marc (my son-in-law) stayed home with Bob. But Marc was bored, so his father told him that he could bring Bob to work with him, as long as Bob was contained. So...that's just what he did--
HAPPY as a clam!!!---he got to go to work with Dad! As long as he's with people, he doesn't care what the situation is. You can kind of notice the very large splint on his leg. This is why they didn't want to leave him alone at home--they didn't know what they would find when they came home at night.
Okay--the news is good--99.9%--not cancer--sigh of relief! The Dr. is going to keep checking him however in the next few months.
Poor Bob--he's always having problems--but always happy! And in no time, I'm sure he'll be back to normal!