We have these 3 goofy dogs that we love beyond belief. Probably because it makes my children laugh, we make them talk. When they look at us as if longing for the words, we put them in their mouths. Each of them have distinctive voices? Gabby the 11 year old’s is sort of froggy and waffles a bit, like Katherine Hepburn in her older days. Charlie the middle dog has a high pitched, fast paced voice like a female speedy gonzalez. Rudy the baby of 6 years old has this dopey, slow voice like eeyore.
Rudy’s personality is a lot like eeyore. Not so much a sad sack as overly sensitive. We can’t raise our voices at all around him or he goes straight under the bed. When we make him talk he sounds a bit dim and somehow a bit insightful all at the same time. This morning as I was letting the dogs in from their potty break, they they all went tearing for their own bowls for breakfast. Poor Rudy didn’t seem to be that surprised that there wasn’t any breakfast in his bowl. ” ok, it was just a matter of time before I stopped deserving breakfast. Guess there’s always tomorrow. I’ll be under the bed” he seemed to say and then sure enough he disappeared upstairs. What he doesn’t know, could have no way of knowing, is that today he has surgery. No food for those going under the knife. We found a tiny sore under his arm pit a couple of weeks ago. Our dogs, being terriers, run themselves pretty hard, so we just assumed he had caught himself on something. A week later and this sore became an angry looking lump. I jokingly called it his superfluous nipple, but knew in my heart of hearts that it probably wasn’t something to mess around with. We took him to dr sue and sure enough, it is most likely an aggressive tumor. We won’t know until she can biopsy it whether it’s malignant or something more benign like a histoma. Poor guy, no breakfast and he goes under the knife. I hope he’ll forgive us faster than when he left dr sue’s missing the marbles from his undercarriage.
I always find it so interesting how our dreams are affected by the things we are struggling with during the day. I know he is in good hands and that if it is in fact cancer, we have caught it early and he will be fine…..but.
Last night I dreamt that I was the one having surgery. Knew I was in good hands because the doctors were my good friends from grey’s anatomy. I could only hope that this weeks plot doesn’t have anything to do with a doctor’s hand shaking being kept under wraps, or a surgery sabotage do to the discovery of a love triangle.
The good news is that dr sue leads a much more quiet life than those on grey’s…phew.
Send a good thought Rudy’s way today if you have the time. We sure would appreciate it.