Da Results are In - Da Good, da Bad, & da Ugly

We got da results of my biopsy.     Da Good news is dat da margins are clean.

Grrrrrr...... I don't like what I'm hearing!
I'm only 5 years old.

Da Bad news

Da results showed dat da little mass, dat the Dogster removed from my poor paw pad, was Melanoma (da malignant kind).

YIKES !!!!!!!    

Da Dogster also examined my lymph node (in my leg/hip) and she said that dar does not appear to be any inflammation (which is good).

Da Ugly

Mom got on her Yaptop and started researching Melanoma in dogs.    Here is what she learned:

• Melanoma is the most common tumor found in the mouth of dogs, and the second most common tumor found on the digits (toes). 
• There is a predisposition for male dogs and certain breeds seem to be overrepresented, including Scottish terriers, Cocker Spaniels, Gordon Setters, Chow Chows, and Golden retrievers.  
• They are locally invasive tumors, often infiltrate deep into the bone (of the jaw or toe), and have a high rate of metastasis (spreading).   Dogs with digit melanomas have an average survival time of about 1 year with surgery alone. The melanoma vaccine, however, can dramatically improve survival times.   

Now SHE knows dat you can't believe everything you read on da Yaptop, so She is looking forward to talking to da "C" Dogster.

What's next?

• More healing of my poor paw pad.
• I get my stitches out on 7/31.
• My Dogster is going to consult wiff a "C" Dogster to discuss options.
• Mom plans to ask about a new treatment called the melanoma vaccine (Oncept). From what she read on her Yaptop, it is a new DNA vaccine treatment that stimulates your dog’s immune system to fight the melanoma. This is not traditional chemotherapy and is tolerated extremely well by most dogs.

Keep dos healing vibes & prayers flowing my way.

Wags, 

              Ranger

Pees.   If you have any experience wiff Melanoma in Dogs, please feel free to email me ScottieRanger@gmail

Garanimals

Well, Mom is not happy dat I am not leaving my sock or bootie on.
 
Dis morning we went on a short walkie (one of my favorite thing to do) and half way thru, I did my famous "scottie kick-up" and my sock and bootie flew off.   Needless to say dat Mom was not happy and picked up my discarded sock and bootie and den picked me up.    The rest of the way home she grumbled about me weighing 20 lbs (actually I only weigh 19.6 lbs).   And... to top it off, she ran into our neighbor (who was walking Charlie) and he decided to chat up a storm (while she was holding her 19.6 lb package - hehehe... ME).
Serves her right.   I was perfectly happy walking & hopping wiffout dat darn sock/bootie.

Today, I also figured out dat whenever I wanted to go out, she re-sock'd and bootie'd me so I made it hard for her to catch me.   Hiding under da foodable table is always a sure fire WIN.   I can sooooo outsmart her.

Well at least she didn't buy me pink Garanimals.

Anyways, our Chewy order of a new (hopefully better fitting) bootie & pads arrives tomorrow but she decided that she couldn't wait so dis evening, off to Walmart she went to buy little Garanimals (for a better fit).

Which one of you guys gave her dat idea?  

When she got home, she grabbed me and dis time, she noticed that my poor paw had a red sore spot and it appeared that while she was off to Walmart, I might have taken out 1 or 2 stitches early.   Oops!!

I call FOWL..... not fair ganging up on Me!

Mom was not happy, again.

She cleaned it and den asked Auntie D to hold me while she put on my new Garanimals sock.

She said that we'll have to call da Dogster in the morning to make another apt to ck-out my poor paw stitches.

And she didn't even give me a treat!   

Wags, 

          Ranger

Peeesss..... Morning Update:   We went to see da Dogster dis morning and guess what?   I did NOT remove my stitches.   Da red (maybe orangish) spot dat Mom saw was just some thread stuck to my stitches.   I probably got it from da inside of my purple and orange running sock.  So dar you have it!    Doc says da stitches and my wound look good.    Oh, and Auntie D gave me some apple bits when I got home.   Yummmmmmy!

Chewy to da Rescue

Back from da Dogster.

Post surgery bandage.

She removed my bandage and checked my poor paw.

To Mom's surprise, I came back without any bandage on.  The Dogster said dat it looked good and she recommended dat we let it breath and not put on another bandage.

WooHoo!   Dat bandage was heavy.

My 3 blue stitches.   Sorry for da blur butt
I really wasn't into getting a stitch pic.

So here were da Dogster's instructions to Mom:

1. Make sure to keep da paw clean until dey take out da 3 blue stitched.   Hehehehe!   Dat took Mom for a spin.   How to keep my paw clean.
2. It's okay to use a little peroxide and a paper towel to wipe my paw clean.
3. Make sure that I don't try to lick my stitches or remove dem myself.   If I bother da paw too much, she may have to give me da Cone-of-Shame.  I don't think so!
4. Da biopsy results are not in.   Da Dogster will call when she gets dem.
5. Stitches come out on 7/31.  

Sock covered paw.   Yeah... like dat is going to work.

When we got home, Mom gave dis all some thinkin', and here's what she did.

• She put a sock on it!  One of her short running socks.   For some reason, she thought purple and orange would be good (so she could easily see if it was still on).
• And she got on Chewy.com and ordered booties and bootie pads for me.   We do LOVE Chewy.com .  Not only do dey carry all my favorite foodables and treats, but dey also have booties for my paws.

She is still thinkin' on it.  Ya see, Mom seems she's a bit worried dat I'll rip my stitches out after I poop/pee and do my scottie-kick wiff my back paws (it's a scottie thang).

All will be good when my bootie from Chewy arrives.

Wags, 

         Ranger

Pees..... as soon as I jumped off da couch, her sock came off.   Hehehehe.   I guess SHE'll have to re-think dat and come up wiff another solution until my booties arrive.

I am joining the Chewy blog Hop with

Sugar the Golden Retriever & Oz the Terrier! 

I'm back

Resting at home wiff my gator stuffy.

I survived!

Today I went in to have my paw-pad surgery.   The Dogster removed a small mass in my back paw-pad and sent if off for analysis.

Sneek peek at my bandaged paw.

I got me 3 stitches in my poor paw pad and have a big & heavy blue and white bandage on my paw.




I'm still a bit out of it (from da sleepy drugs dat dey gave me) and I haven't had anything to eat all day.  
The Dogster's notes says that I can't eat anything until tomorrow morning.  Grrrrrrrrrr.


What's dat?   Did someone just open the fridgator?

I heard dat.

Hello..... I'm feeling all better.  Can I have some dinner?

Drat.   She didn't by it. 

I guess I'll take another power nap. 

Zzzzzzzzzz.....

Wags,

                              Hop-along Ranger

Pees.... We won't get da biopsy results for a few days.

A Not So Pawsome Adventure

Arrrrrrrrrooooo.....
I met me a GREAT DANE today!

Today, Mom took me to da Dogster (again) and I made a ton of new friends.  Cats & Dogs and a horse (Mom said it was a Great Dane).

Ya see I have a hurt rear paw-pad and I hop sometimes so dat my rear paw doesn't have to touch da pavement.
 
We've been to da Dogster a couple of time over da past  month and it doesn't seem to be improving.

Does my head look big?

Antibiotics and anti-inflammation pills didn't really fix my poor hurt paw pad (PHPP).

Now, I don't complain mind you.   I still like to run and go on walkies, but Mom worries when she sees me hop.   She don't think I make a very good bunny.

So we went for another recheck and da Dogster said dat she thinks its a corn and that she would recommend that we remove it. YIKES.... SURGERY !!!!.   She asked another Dogster to take a look at it and he agreed.

Have you ever had a corn on your paw pad and how was it treated?

Right now my corn removal surgery is schedule for Monday so send up some POTP that all goes well and I hope dat I'm chasing bunnies again real soon.

 Wags,
     Ranger

Ps.... Mom had some crazy allergic reaction today at the Dogster's office.   I think dar was way too much cat dander flying.   Her nose wouldn't stop running, she keep sneezing and her eyes got all itchy.   Did someone say Benadryl?

Special Delivery Monday

Arrrrrrroooooo!

Box Check!

Da postman just delivered my favorite box.
Yep..... you got it.   It's my Chewy box!

I have to supervise Mom's unpacking of all my yummy treats and food to make sure she doesn't miss anything good.  
I also have my buddy Messi visiting so I have to make sure he doesn't try to steal any of my good stuff.

Once da box is empty, I like get in my "box seat" (after munch'n on a chewy treat) and settle down to watch all my Animal Planet shows.     It's da best seat in da house.

           Wags,
               Ranger

Ps.   I have to go to dat Dogster today for a sore paw re-check.   I went 2 weeks ago and   da Dogster said dat knee and hip are great but she did give me got some anti-inflammatories.  I'm still doing a bunny hop on my back paw, sometimes, and Mom thinks that I'm avoiding my rear paw more often so I guess we'll be heading back.  

Not so Sweet on Sundays

Yikes..... I'm naked! 

What happened, you ask?

Well, last Sunday, I was just sitting in my backyard (which is fenced) watching the kids play in da yard behind me and I was shot at.   

Nerf Bullet

Ok, maybe not on purpose, but dis bullet came flying into my yard.   It was a Nerf Bullet.   It landed right by me so I  just had to check it out.   Ya see, I've never seen one of des so I decided dat maybe it was a new chew toy.   

Now according to Mom, our doorbell rang and it was one of da gun slinging kids.  She told Mom dat I had one of their bullets.   

What?  Don't they know the Scottie Possession Laws?    What are dey teaching in da schools?

  

Anyways, Mom came out in da yard and dar I was chew'in on da blue part of da bullet.   I gave it to her but she looked worry.   She asked da kids if dar was another part of the bullet and dey said yes.

OMD... she said, da bright orange harder plastic with a hard plastic skew at one end was missing.   So... off we went for a road-trip.   I do love to ride in da car, until I saw where we were going.

Nerf Bullet topper.

YIKES!

Da Dogster gave me a shot of some nasty drug dat made me sick to my tummy.

So...  I returned da bullet top and dey bagged it for Mom. 

Three days later, I kinda got bored and went look'in for some new property/toy to acquire.   Aunty D came down stairs and found me play'in wiff my new toy.

Vitamin travel box.

I found it in her overnight bag and pulled it out.  It was empty, but it was still fun to chew on.   I gave it to her, when she asked but den she said OMD.... Sunday's top is missing.  She called Mom (who was on her way home from work) and told her dat I ate Sunday.   She search dat  floor and couldn't find Sunday's topper.

Da dreaded torture table.

Road-trip!  Dis time we had to go across da river to da emergency vet hospital as it was after hours.
Sick shot (again), but I didn't give the topper back.   X-ray looked okay so we went home wiff fewer green papers and I had bread and just a  little bit of food for dinner.

Da next morning, Mom found Sunday's topper in her bathroom on da tile floor.

Good news was dat I never really ate Sunday's topper, butt da bad news is dat it was an expensive week from Mom.    I'm almost 4 and she thinks dat I'm going thru my terrible twos again (hehehe).

She said dat she really hopes dat Santa brings me some new toys.

Oh, oh, oh..... she also said dat I could open my pressie from Jack early.   YIPPY !!!!    Jack's present arrived and has been just sit'in on da table.   I can't wait to see what I got in da blogville holiday gift exchange from Jack.

Wags, 

           Ranger

Arrrrrrrrrrrgh….All Patched Up

** Mischief Monday **
Warning… dis post is disturbing and if you have a weak stomach (like ME) you better skip it.

Oh Nooooooooooo…. the dreaded torture table.

What happened?
Well, yesterday I was playing with my pal Snoopy and we had a little accident.  Ok… maybe we were playing a little too ruff.

Anyways… we had to go to dee Emergency Dogster's office.

Some of our friends were hanging around and kept us company
while we waited for the Dogster.

OMD... my personal Dogster was on Duty at the Emergency & Trauma Hospital.   I was so happy to see her cuz I knew she would take good care of us.

Why can't dey put a nice blankie or towel on the table before I get up on it?

Aaaaaaa….. ya see, Snoopy loss his eye.

Where did it go?
Well…. I kinda, accidentally swallowed it.

Yikes…. I'm naked !!!

Yep…. it's in my tummy (along with my breakfast).

So… my Dogster gave me a shot dat made me sicky to the stomach and den I …. well you know.

Anyways…. I returned his eye.

Snoopy's eye.

And the Dogster patched Snoopy up.

He thinks he looks really cool now and can't
wait to take on the Red Baron again.

The Dogster gave me some fluids after I returned Snoopy's eye.

When we got home, I was kinda groggy and played couch bed potato (like the Dogster ordered) and watched TV.

I hope you had a better Sunday dan I had.

Mom says dat Snoopy has to go home tomorrow.  He is running up the bills ($325.75 for the Emergancy Dogster visit today) and you know dat she is does not like to give up the green papers.

Wags, 

    Ranger

Ps.   My tummy is all better now and Snoopy took off at 1st light today.  Bye buddy.

Pee Shooter Update

Hello, remember me?

My name is Ranger and I have an appointment (again).

I'm here to see if my pee shooter is all better.

I now weigh 20 lbs.  Yep…. it's official, I'm a Big Boy.   Mom says dat it must be all dat wet food dat she's been mixin in with my kibble.   I just love that stinky/wet food.

After I got weigh'd, I had to pee in a cup.  I hope I can shoot straight.   I'm still a little depressed (about Mollie and all her boyfurfriends) and dat might affect my aim, but I'll give it a try.   Woowee…. bullseye.    Maybe I not really dat depressed after all.

Mom and I waited while the pretty Dogster assistant tested my pee.  While we waited, I got to think'n and ya know… I got a lot to offer 'the girls'.   I'm Cute, Smart (no blonde fur here), Athletic (can jump over poles in a single bound), a great Ball Player, Loyal and I got a Job (as Junior Police Officer).  Yeah… I'm a really good catch.   Maybe I should update my dogmatch.com profile.

Now you're probably wondering about my test results.

Drummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm roll……

The Dogster walked in with a big smile on her face.
All Clear!

Oh Nooooooooooo!

Yippy !!!!!  

High Paws, Mom!

Yikes… what ya got there Doc?

A SHOT ????  Where are you gonna put dat? 

Now that my fection is all better, I had to get my shot(s) AND she put some liquid juice up my nose.   How did she manage to miss my big mouth?   Silly Dogster needs some glasses. 

I gotta get one more shot, next week.   Mom likes to spread my shots out, so they don't knock me out.

I'll bark at ya again soon,
                      Ranger (JPO)

The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, and the Handsome

First, the Bad.   I went back to the Dogster, for a re-cky of my badder fection and
I still have a fection.   Sigh.  
She also gave me an xray (my very 1st xray) to make sure I didn't have any stones.   She said it is rare to find any stones in one so young but we ck'd anyways.

Stones?   No way… I left them all in the yard.

No stones.  Phew.    The Dogster sent me home with some new Meds and some healthy urinary track vitamin juice.    I think the Dogster really likes me.. she wants to see me again in 2 weeks.

Drat… my pees shooter is still broken.

The Good.  Mom got me some new food.  The Dogster wants me to have kibble with some duck in it and to mix it with can/wet food (for awhile).   Yippy…. I'm really lovin this new food mixture.  Of course, I like the other stuff too.   Ok… lets be honest… I like ANY food, but this new wet food is soooooo tasty and smelly.   Yummm… some lovin in my tummy.

Now for the Ugly.

Mom wants me to get my hair cut.

She says I'm look'n a bit scraggly.

W-H-A-T ????

I like my beatnik look.   I ask you… don't I look cool?
Maybe I just need to put on my shades and then she will see how cool I look.


Unfortunately, Mom insisted and then Marty (my handsome maker) came over to pick me up.  I get door to door service.

Marty has a really cool black truck.

Just a little off the top, please.

I do love ride'n in her truck.   She rolled down the window so Mom could take my picture.  (Mom… always with that snappy thing wiff her).

So,  off we went to her house for my "spa" time.

Yeah… right.   Who are we kiddin.  Let's be honest… it ain't no stink'n spa.

Lastly… the Handsome.

Handsome make'n is exhausting.  

Wags, 

           Ranger

Annual check-up

Dis morning I went the Dogster for my annual ck-up.   Dis is my very 1st annual ck-up.

Hello… my name is Ranger.
I gots me an apt.

After I checked in.   I got weigh'd.

  I now weigh…….  18.6 lbs.  

Then Lucy came out of one of the rooms.

I must admit… dat we had a moment.

I had to tell her that I am already taken.   Sorry Lucy.


After I met Lucy, I was called back for my appointment.

Hummm…. I'm not sure I like dat table.

Wow.
According to dis sign… I maybe ONE but in human years I am 15.
I wonder if I can get a driving learner's permit.

So… you're probably wondering how I did.

1. Heartworn: Negative
2. Poop ck:  Good   (when mom and the lady in blue were talking about a poop ck… I decided to help out and gave them a fresh sample (I poop'd on the floor).
3. Pee check (Mom wanted me to have dis cuz I have recently been having pee accidents in the house (not normal as I always go outside).    Well… it is a good thing that Mom had dem check.  As it turns out…. I gots me a Bladder Infection.   Yikes!    

So I gots me some drugs and didn't get any shots.   The Dogster wants me to fight off the infection 1st. I have to go back in 2 weeks and if the infection is gone… then I will get my shots.

Sooo…… I'll be eat'n my pills and drink'n lots of water for awhile.   No prob-blem-o.

Let's go for another ride in the zoom-zoom car.
Maybe next time we can go to the beach instead of the Dogster.

Wags,

            Ranger

One Word Wednesdays - "Snip-snip"

Under the Weather

woof, woof…..   I have not been feeling well.   A couple of nights ago and was sick.  I threw-up after dinner and had a lot of diarrhea.   It was not a fun night.

My ear hurts.

I am tired.

 In the morning, I went to the nice vet doctor and she gave me and some IV fluids and we went home with meds to settle my stomach.

I also have a bad sore ear and a temperature.  Now Mom cleans my ears every morning and in the evening I get ear drops.   I hate both of these things.

I really don't like anyone messing with my sore ear and I hide so Mom will not find me.   It's not working to good.  Maybe I need to find a better hiding place.

I am feeling better today but Mom and Aunty D are still messing with my ear.    My stomach is also much better now, but they still squirt some medicine in my month before I eat.   Yuck!

I have also not felt like playing in my yard much.   What's with this heat?   

I'll bark at you again when I am all better.