Well, as we all know, Guinness has had a fatty tumor in her belly for awhile now that has been growing. We had surgery scheduled at one point but had to cancel it because of some of her thyroid levels. After that we were ready to reschedule and then we ended up putting the house on the market & moving in with JP's mom, so all Guinness-related activity went on hold for awhile. In anticipation of the new baby coming, I finally got her surgery rescheduled for my spring break so I could be home with her during recovery and we could get this all out of the way before we had a newborn to take care of too! But, as usual, Guinness had other plans...
Ellen & I came home from dinner one evening and saw a puddle of blood in the foyer. There were drips down the hallway and when we found Guinness, I quickly saw that there was a big chunk missing from her growth. Yuck! We're still not sure exactly what happened, but it either burst or she licked it raw until it opened. Either way, here I was with 8 months pregnant with a toddler running around in a house full of blood and a dog with a large chunk missing from her belly. We rushed her to the emergency vet since it was after hours. JP met us there and she ended up having emergency surgery ($$$$$). When we got home after leaving her at the vet, we quickly realized that while there was a bunch of blood downstairs, the "incident" must have started upstairs because there was blood everywhere--our bedroom, Ellen's bedroom, the hallway...
These pictures do not do it justice--it totally looked like a crime scene--complete with blood and pieces of fatty tumor everywhere. What a nightmare!
After surgery, Guinness needed lots of extra care. She wasn't supposed to move for awhile. She had a drain in, lots of stitches and had to wear the cone.
Although she was not a big fan of the crate she was supposed to stay in, someone else was!
I can assure you no children were harmed in the taking of these photos!
Oh, and the drama did not end there--We had to watch her 24/7 because even in the cone and in the crate, she could still manage to get to her stitches. I ended up spending quite a few nights, super fat & pregnant sleeping on the downstairs floor with her. Even after that, Guinness managed to get out of her crate one day and tear out her stitches which sent her back to the emergency vet for a second surgery (of course she only likes to do these things after hours requiring emergency care which equals extra $$$). So after much stress, frustration, money and TLC, Guinness was finally on the mend with no more "fat belly." Let's hope it stays this way!
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