Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Surgery for Murph today...

I hate putting my dogs under for procedures - I'm a nervous nelly when it comes to dropping them off at the vets for any procedure - even x-rays. I pace, I can't think straight, can't sit still. You know - like any other pet owner.

Anyhow, a few weeks ago I found a lump on Murphy - on his right hock. Right on the tip actually - the bendy part. He was just about due for his bi-annual exam anyhow, so I bumped up the schedule and got him in (actually both boys went at the same time - that's fun!). So the usual blood panel and urine panel: thyroid, tick panel, etc etc. Everything looked good and "lets get that bump off NOW before it gets bigger and we have to worry about having enough skin to close it up on a joint". I wanted to wait for a stretch of time when I was home for a while in the event that there were complications.

Murphy also needed a bit of a dental tune-up. When his adult teeth came in there were several that were missing enamel. They even came in discolored. Could be a genetic condition, could be a result of an infection/high fever as a puppy - we won't ever know WHY. Over the last 7 years we've watched them and they've gotten uglier - but they've never seemed to bother him - though his affected canine has always looked worse than the others.

This past weekend he broke the canine - it actually was relatively fortunate - lets get both procedures done now at the same time. So Murph had to skip breakfast this morning (never a good start for a golden) and off to the vet he went.

As it turned out (and I expected) there was no saving of the tooth and I was told after the fact the tooth was actually decayed well down into and below the gum line. That tooth probably hurt a lot - and probably had for a while. I never knew. I've brushed his teeth weekly or bi-weekly since he was a puppy - I never had any indication that the tooth was getting that bad. So out with the tooth and off with the mass....

Murph post-surgery: "Yeah, I ate it - and it was good. Can
I have that powerbar too? The butterrum lifesavers?"
And on the way home from the vet I decided to let Murph ride in the middle row (so he didn't have to jump up into his crate with a bandaged hock) and I quickly remembered why Murphy has to ride in crates. In the time it took me to get from the vet's to the butcher Murphy managed to dig out of the center console (and consume) a stick of string cheese and four buttered rum life savers. While I was in the store (less than 10 minutes) Murph somehow discovered the training bag in the front seat (over the center console, over the passenger seat and onto the floor) which contained an un-opened 1# bag of peanut butter Zukes. He also managed to move said bag of Zukes back to the empty middle row - and with Teller looking on from his crate (probably with a great deal of contempt), Murphy opened and consumed a full pound (minus three pieces) of Zukes...That will teach ME to make him skip breakfast...

Tonight Murphy seems to be recovering well, I know his mouth will feel so much better once he's all healed up. For tonight he ate his dinner and pain pills with golden retriever gusto. With the help of "bitter cherry" he's leaving his bandage alone sans cone of shame...I did buy a new inflatable no-bite collar in the event that we need it, hoping we won't....

Seems like there's never a dull moment around here.

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