I know, sort of gross, but not as bad as I’d anticipated. Sheena had three incisions, one for the spay – that one is barely visible, one to remove one mammary gland and nipple (not terribly aesthetically pleasing, but since the mass was right below the nipple, it stood to reason that it should be removed) and another incision to remove part of another mammary gland. For having what amounts to a hysterectomy and partial mastectomy all at once, Sheena is remarkably unfazed. Wednesday night, the day of the surgery, she was a bit in pain but mostly still stoned from the anesthetic and all the pain meds. Yesterday she was a bit slow and tired, but today she has pretty much been trying to act like her normal hyper self- in spite of still being on Tramadol. When Clara was hit by a car last year and had to have surgery to repair her front leg she was pretty well zoned on the Tramadols but they don’t seem to phase Sheena nearly as much. Then again Clara was seven years old when she got hit, and Sheena is about three, if that. Age does make some difference. What really surprised me is the Vets at the clinic said Sheena was in heat when she was spayed. She showed absolutely no signs, but then some dogs don’t. Spaying her now may likely have saved her life although there is a good chance the mammary tumors were benign. Mammary tumors in dogs are fed by estrogen- so in theory removing the tumors and removing the source of estrogen should prevent their return.
I only have two more days of Tramadols for her. She has several more days of Keflex (what a joy trying to cram those down a canine gullet- the capsules are huge, and heaven help you if the capsule breaks, because Keflex is one of the nastiest tasting antibiotics there is, and I should know because I’ve probably taken every antibiotic out there at one point in time or another) for which I hope I have sufficient peanut butter. It sounds mean but the only way to get pills down most dogs is to bury them in a wad of peanut butter, then scrape the wad of peanut butter containing the pills on to the roof of the dog’s mouth.
Clara of course is jealous, so much so that I joke that her brown eyes are turning green. Little Miss Green-Eyed Monster resents the attention Sheena is getting, although I am sure she doesn’t remember all the special attention she got when she had all those stitches and then that seroma that had to be drained every other day for a month. I did not enjoy that at all but at least she recovered fully. I think dogs bounce back a lot faster than we do. Lilo has not been nearly as clingy but then she’s always preferred Jerry.
Clara at the pet blessing. Her eyes are still brown, in spite of her occasional jealous tizzies.
Jerry is in there whining about trying to caulk bathroom tiles- he’s about 8 or 10 beers into it which means I’ll have a mess to clean up tomorrow. He’s already trying to wheedle me into farting around with it too but I refuse to enter in to his drunk and stupid inspired home improvement attempts. If only he would do this stuff when he’s sober, and preferably when I’m not home to hear about it.