Recently we appointed a new workshop manger. He is a young fellow with lots of energy and enthusiasm. The picture opposite shows him reclining in his office chair discussing what constitutes a good walk; he believes that jumping into every puddle he comes across as the right and proper way to go about things! He may be right, but it leads to a lot of wet clothes that her in doors is starting to complain about having to wash.
Let me explain. The fat controller is our Border Collie. His name is Fozzy and going on thirteen years of age, yes! he’s getting a bit long in the tooth I hope he does not mind me saying that, Well it’s to late now!
We call him the fat controller because he has to be checking everything and everyone out. For example if I’m under the truck changing the oil he is under there to see what is going on many a time I’ve said ” don’t just look, hand me that wrench!” he just pops his ears up and gives you a look like that in the picture, then moves on to his next inspection.
He is a kind caring dog, if one of us is ill he will come and spend all his time by the bed occasionally getting up to check to see how you are by putting his head on the bed. A little while a go the cat was in a fight (a story for another time) When he came back from the vets he had a bucket ( Elizabethan collar-a large plastic collar helps protect the wound ) on his head because his ear sliced open. Fozzy would follow the cat around and sit by him, but the cat was not happy.
Over the christmas period a lump appeared on his side, we did not take much notice of it as he has a number of other lumps that the vet said were fatty and assumed that this was one too. A few weeks later the lump looked a lot bigger and did not feel like the other lumps, so he went off to the vets. We came away with some antibiotics and another appointment for a biopsy. The following week he went in. The Vet was concerned with the results and booked him in for an operation to remove it. He went in for his operation and had to stay over night which we knew may happen but were not happy about it just the same. Mid-morning we pick up Fossy, when he came out with the nurse it was a big shock to see, head in a bucket and so much of his hair missing with a scar that went down his side almost top to bottom with a stent sticking out. Oh was he pleased to see us! He could not keep still, making for the door at every attempt. After we had received our instruction from the nurse about med’s, what to do with the stent in keeping it clean, along with the scar, we left.
Once home he went into the kitchen laid down and went to sleep stretched out across the floor. Later that day he would not stop walking around as though he was in pain and did not know what to do to get comfortable. We gave him a Rimadyl this made a difference, he settled down and went to sleep. A few hours later it started all over again. That night and the following nights were sleepless for us all as he wandered about banging in to things. He needed a lot of comfort.
On Friday three days after the op we visited the vets for a check on the healing and discharge from the stent, they were not happy with the way things were going. We were not happy with the amount of pain relief he was getting, so the vet prescribed some Tramadol. That night we all had a better nights sleep.
On the Monday he had the stent out, the wound was healing better than expected the vet was up beat but there was a sting in the tail, the histology was back! The lump had been the size of a tennis ball and about two point two pounds. The report said it was a high grade spindle cell sarcoma, which means its likely to be invasive and difficult to get rid of completely and may re-occur in different places. The prognosis is cautious. The vets cut the lump up instead of submitting it in its entirety, so the prognosis could have been more exact.
To date Fozzy is back to his old self. I think he realizes that he has been quite ill. Hopefully he will be around for many more years.