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Making plansWhen in doubt, wear red. ~Bill Blass
I took Kidder into see Dr. Beth yesterday for a thyroid check and to discuss switching Kidder from ProIn to DES to control her incontinence at night. Happily, Dr. Beth had just been to a conference where this had been discussed and she was totally up-to-date and in-the-know. Sadly, Dr. Beth told me she was moving away to be closer to family. Damn -- I hate breaking in new vets and Dr. Beth had always been so willing to do research for me and listen to me.
I also suggested a complete blood panel since Kidder is almost 10 years old and it will give us a nice baseline. I also had Dr. Beth take a look at the weird skin-tab growth on Kidder's chest. The growth has been there for at least 5-6 years and is very slow growing. And it is right on the point of her chest so we've never taken it off due to its location right where Kidder would put pressure on it every time she lied down. But Dr. Beth thought she could easily take it off using some local blocks and the laser so I decided to have it done. I'm always a bit worried that sometime it would get scratched or cut or go wild as growths are sometimes wont to do. Kidder is so good that she wouldn't need to be sedated at all for the procedure.
I left Kidder there for the afternoon and came home. Zelda came tearing into the house looking for Kidder -- it was sort of sweet. Then she checked the yard, followed me around for a while and finally settled down to keep an eye on me to make sure I didn't disappear, too.
When I picked Kidder up, she had that weird "vet office" smell that Zelda had to check out. The sniffing got a bit animated, there was one sharp word spoken and Kidder started dripping blood on the carpet. So she is now wearing the old T-shirt from my freshman dorm house at Iowa State. I chose this shirt because it was red to match the blood. (I checked the 3" incision today and it is beautiful and clean and dry and I'm not sure where yesterday's blood came from.)
I think Kidder looks darn good in the red shirt. Yogi, the black lab that lives next door and is my backup intruder-alert system, is not so sure. In general he does not bark at the Gordon Girls when they run about. But a Gordon in clothing definitely receives much barking even after I tell him that it is OK. Maybe he is jealous.
I'm happy that the Gordon Girls will wear clothing without fuss since they leave wounds alone and therefore heal quickly. We don't need to break out the dreaded cone often and the shirt is simply belted up with scotch tape. Easy and fashionable.
I found this old photo of Rudy wearing my old baseball jersey that the orchestra members wore during my high school production of "Damn Yankees." I never throw anything away. And Rudy never met a toy that should be allowed to keep its stuffing.

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