long story short...5 months ago (ish) i noticed angus wasn't eating like he normally did. scarfing down his food a thousand miles an hour was suddenly a thing of the past. i didn't think anything of it...i thought he was growing up and eating slower. then, 2 weeks ago, i saw blood on the floor. upon further investigation, i found like 10 sores under his chin. thinking he was dying, i called a trusted friend of ours (marit), who thought it was probably bad acne since he has had it in the past. no big deal, i put on neo every day and hope it goes away. last night while petting wangus, he turned on his back and i saw that under his jaw he had a huge knot about 2.5 inches long, an inch wide, and sticking out an ince from his bottom jaw. ok, panic mode. my dog is dying. angus has cancer, it annoyed him, he scratched it and it bled, and now he is going to die. i call everyone i know in a panic, i scream for my mom, she sees it and is like what the heck...we don't know. i am not one to pack up angus and take him to the vet because he eats people....so i'm freaking out. so then i decide i'm going to give him some meds to try and clear it up if it's an infection...bu t i need to weigh him. so i go to the vet, ask for a dead time to bring him up.
an hour ago, i pack up angus in the car...start pulling out the driveway, he then sticks his head out the sunroof and rests his head on the top of my car. we drive to the vets while the other drivers on the road slow down to see a silly saint with his head out the roof....we get there. the girl tells everyone to stay in their rooms, and the girls to stay in the back...i try to get him on the scale, he wont go. 5 minutes later i get a cookie, he jumps on the scale and sits for his cookie. 92.6 pounds. we get in the car, and i turn back. i go in, ask if there is a doc willing to take a QUICK, FREE look at wangus and she says ok. then i ask for a muzzle. i have never put one on my baby...but it is time, he is too big and unpredictable to take chances. i bow my head, and slide on the muzzle. then, i am escorted, muzzled dog and all, into the very room where we put my dear tyler to sleep. tears. then the doc comes in, and angus loses his mind. if there weren't a muzzle, there would not be a doc anymore. angus is knocking into this dude, and his happy smile quickly turns into "holy $***". it's all business now. he then tells me we need to take off the muzzle for him to see, and i say i don't want him to die...he says it's ok. i say, "do you have some cookies", angus's ears perk up. the doc goes and gets 4 cookies, and comes in the room. a very angry angus suddenly decides he REALLY wants those cookies, and takes them through the muzzle. after 4 cookies, we take off the muzzle, and they are best friends. no kidding, angus was laying right with him. so he sees it, feels it, and thinks its a really bad infection but doesn't know for sure. he says to put him on meds for 14 days, and if it doesn't clear up, we will put him under and figure out what is going on.
MAN O MAN do i feel better....but geesh....can you believe how easy angus is? 4 cookies and the vet is like his BESTEST friend ever.
so...long story long i guess huh?
at least my head can rest for 14 more days huh?
