My dear doggie Bella probably came as close to having a canine coronary last night as one can come and live to remember it. This poor dog had the living shiz scared out of her, and it was all her own doing. See, when I’m cleaning the kitchen, she has this awful habit of trying to sneak her head into the dishwasher when I’m not looking and sneak licks off the dirty dishes on the bottom rack.
Well, my friends, she may have broken herself from that last night. She was up to her usual tricks, licking the ketchup off of a plate I had just put in the dishwasher. When I turned back around and saw her, I clapped my hands and gave her a sharp “NO!” and shooed her away.
And that’s when it happened. The big, bad dishwasher attacked my poor, innocent, defenseless puppy.
Her collar got caught on the rack, so when she jumped away, the rack with all of the dishes on it followed her. Of course it made a Godawful crash as glass dishes and silverware were scattered about the tile floor. She BOLTED, dragging the rack nearly into the living room with her before it finally came off. As she skidded into the living room, she ran smack into the end table, knocking it and the vase sitting on it over, making yet another loud crash and only adding to the trauma.
She ran to the couch and hid her face between the cushions. I had to leave the dishes in the floor and console that baby. I felt absolutely horrible for laughing, but it was soooooooooo funny to see this big bully breed dog literally cowering over something so stupid that she had done. As soon as I sat down beside her, she crawled in my lap and would not leave my side. Until I went into the kitchen to clean up her mess. She wouldn’t go back in there! She stayed in my lap the majority of the night. Nothing like a 50-pound lap dog!
Now onto not-so-humorous goings-on…
I went to the doctor today for the knot in my neck. It is a lymph node, and it is being treated as “suspicious.” He told me not to worry too much about it because there is the possibility that the lymph node for some reason has formed scar tissue and that’s what we’re feeling and it’s completely harmless. But since I am otherwise healthy with no other symptoms it should be regarded as having at least the potential of being something more sinister. He referred me to a surgeon for a consult and biopsy. The girl at the desk called the surgeon’s office and scheduled me with the surgeon for Friday, but I called and changed the appointment to next Wednesday. As you may or may not know, my 30th birthday is Sunday, and we have plans for Saturday night. I don’t want to have to worry about babying an incision in my neck if the surgeon decides it’s something he can do there in the office like my doc thinks he will. So for now I will just try not to worry about it until at least next Wednesday. Easier said than done.