Poor Crash

It started several months ago when I noticed a bump on Crash's side. I thought it was a bug bite and forgot about it. A week or so later I realized it was still there. Hmm. Weird.

So I take him to the vet and they do a very basic biopsy and say, "Well it doesn't look how we would expect cancer to look, BUT it doesn't look how we would expect a fatty tumor to look either." Ummm okay? So what do we do? "Just keep an eye on it and if it starts to grow we will remove it and take it in for pathology."

So several months later Dan and I just dont like how this bump looks and we schedule an appt to get it removed. That was last Monday. He was a good sport and did well during surgery. He was sad when he got home but seemed to cheer pretty quickly.

As the week wore on I got pretty lax about him wearing his cone because he seemed to be doing so well with everything. So a couple of days ago Monday I catch him licking his wound and it just doesn't look right. I take him into the vet and it turns out he is having a reaction to the stitches. The dr wants to put him back under and take out all the stitches and give him new ones. The new ones would be stainless steel. The only downside to them is they are kind of pokey. Yea...I have little kids at home around Crash constantly, pokey is not going to work. They decided on staples instead.

He underwent surgery again and did fine. We found out the bump was in fact cancerous. They feel confident that they got all of the tumor out so we just now watch and see what happens. If any new bumps appear we take them out immediately.

When he gets home from the surgery he is really sad and anxious. He seems very unsettled and not like himself at all. I am trying to comfort him but nothing seems to help. Pierce randomly opens the door to the back deck and Crash rushes out and has a giant poop. Oops. Poor guy. What a good dog holding his potty.

I open the front door to get the hose out to wash out the remainder of the potty and he runs out the front door and has the longest pee ever. Oops again. Poor guy really had to go potty. After he was done he sniffed the yard for like 30 seconds then had diarreah for like 5 minutes. Ooohhh. Poor Crashy. His tummy was so upset from surgery. No wonder he seemed anxious his tummy was probably on fire. It was all he could do not to have an accident in the house. Wow. World's Best Dog! He was completely calm after that. Oops.

So now Thursday he is doing well. He has the cone on 24/7 until the staples are removed because as soon as I take it off he hides to go lick his wound. We ALL hate the silly cone. He continually knocks into us with it and it kind of hurts. Colt has now put his hands by his face when he sees Crash coming because he has gotten hit by him so many times. LOL. Poor little Colt.

Anyway...that is the saga of poor Crash. He is the best dog and we love him so much. The big kids have been so concerned about him and have drawn him pictures, petted him and prayed for him so much this last week.

Dont worry Crash has gotten lots of treats the last week to hopefully help make up for the cone biz.