Bijou Update

So I have had people ask recently how our dog is doing. She is great. A little history for those of you that do not know.

Bijou is our 9 1/2 year old Dalmatian (Papa calls her a Damnation).

She is a good girl, a bit stubborn and some people equate stubborn with dumb.

She had a lump on her back the size of a golf ball last year and we took her to the vet. Vet said it was a fatty tumor, after a needle "bibliopsy" (sorry could not resist a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference) ahem...a needle biopsy.

So what do you do with a fatty tumor in the middle of a Dalmatian's back? A big fat nothing. Pun intended.

Until it grows...and grows...and grows. I think you get the picture.

October came and for Halloween Bijou went as a camel. She looked horrible. Here is where I would insert a picture if I had one. (I do I just have to wait till I get back to school to scan it in.)

November came and the hump started applying for its own zip code. I got worried one day when I was letting Bijou in from outside and it looked like she tripped (over nothing) and was dragging her back legs for a few seconds.

Off to the vet!!!

The vet was ASTOUNDED at the size of the hump...(lets call it Horace from here forward). She had one look at Horace and Bijou and decided that although they typically leave fatty tumors alone, Horace needed to be excised and quick because of his rapid growth.

December 11, 2008--- Papa's birthday (my dad) and eviction day for Horace.

I was so worried since it was so close to Christmas and H.D. has already had to deal with the loss of a pet when Caesar died 2 years ago on MLK day suddenly. He still talks about that day, still talks about the loss, and still cries from time to time when he gets nostalgic.

Bijou came out of the surgery doing fine, but did spend the night with them because the surgery was much more evasive than they first thought.

Now is where the gruesome post op pictures come in followed by some awesome 2 month post op pics.

She wore a T-shirt to cover that nastiness up and to keep her back warm...poor baby.















Here she is today.

Hair is still slowly filling in, and she and H.D. are rough housing around as I type with her chewy bone. She is happy as ever, eating cat turd tootsie rolls out of the cat box, and befouling the air of her humans so much so that we have to leave the room.

YAY!...the miracle of Horace's removal.

P.S. Horace was a giant fatty tumor inside which cancer was contained. Bijou requires no additional treatment, she does not have the cancer anywhere else. It was evidentally a type (myosarcoma I think) that does not spread and is not a nasty nasty cancer. I supposed then that means that the fat of Horace was a blessing...he encapsulated the nasty cancer beasties and saved our Bij for a couple more years of time with us!

HUZZAH HORACE.

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p.p.s. I cracked myself up a couple of times on this one. :o)