I had a co-worker at my old job that adopted her first puppy. He was adorable and she called him Gizmo. Now Gizmo was the prince of Chris' world. He went everywhere with her. One day, Chris arrived from work and went in to change into her night clothes. As usual, Gizmo was very excited and ran around the house and jumped on her lap. Chris started to scratch his belly and discovered that he had two lumps on his lower abdomen. Chris freaked! She just knew it was cancer. Chris grabbed Gizmo, tossed him in the car, and spead off to the vets office. Unfortunately, Chris forgot that she was still wearing her night gown, robe and hair net. She grabbed Gizmo out of the car, threw open the door and ran inside yelling that someone "needs to look at my Gizzy!" Startled, the Vet tech takes Gizmo and Chris to an examine room. The doctor comes in immediately and starts to examine Gizmo's lower abdomen and discovers the lumps are gone. The doctors says to Chris "were they right here" (pointing) and she says "yes." The doctor tries not to laugh and says "I'm sorry, but Gizmo was probably overly stimulated and those were his gonads." Chris picked up Gizmo and walked out of the vet, not saying a word.
When Chris told me this story, it is one of the few times in my life where I laughed so hard my ribs hurt for hours. I told Chris she needed to calm down and stop overreacting when it came to Gizmo.
Now to this past weekend. Vicki and I discovered that Beulah, our English Cocker Spaniel, had a "growth" under her arm. We checked it everyday and decided to call the vet on Monday. We knew it was something bad. Beulah's mother had a pre-cancerous growth removed and we knew it was going to be the same for Beulah. Yesterday, Vicki took Beulah in and the doctor lifted B's arm up and down, dug through the fur, sniffed B's arm pit and found nothing. Diagnosis: Dirty arm pit. No charge for office visit.
Vicki picked up B and left the building.
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