So.  We went to the vet today.  *sigh*.  Brooklyn, our 11 year old Saint Bernard had a jiggly lump about the size of an egg near her not talked about area.  She’s had it for about 7 months but up until 2 days ago, it was the same color as the rest of her belly and not hot, bleeding, or firm (cancer signs)… so we just watched it.  Watched until 2 days ago when we thought she was starting a cycle.  She wasn’t, it was this “thing” draining.  So off to the vet.

I have to bring a step stool to get her into the back of my Jeep, she’s getting old you know.  She puts her front paws on the stool and waits for me to help hoist her back legs and then she’s able to get in.  She loves the vet.  She gets to sit amongst her fellow four leggers… although it’s really only the cats she actually cares about.  Could have cared less about the 4 dogs walking about in there, she just wanted the cat in the box.

As it turns out she was fine.  Not cancer.  Not a tumor.  Just an infection.  So antibiotics for 2 weeks (ever try giving a dog a pill?).

Turns out she’s just as healthy as ever… not to mention the vet was surprised to see she is still living.  On the way home, she refused to get into the Jeep.  I put her step stool down and she flat out refused.  I spent 20 minutes coaxing.  Pleading.  Nope.  She began to draw a crowd.  Three grown men came over during the course of the 20 minutes and offered their assistance… but when she doesn’t wanna move… she’s not moving.  As a last ditch effort, I opened the passenger door of the front seat and asked, “wanna ride shotgun?”

And, of course she hopped right in.  I, on the other hand was huffing and puffing from the ordeal.  lol

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