The first day of Autumn dawned rainy and bleak - unfortunately it was the day of my third check up. I spent the morning curled in a ball, saving my strength for my afternoon and the trip in the car. Mum spent the morning buying Misty another bed, after yet another mattress has gone to dog heaven, courtesy of Misty.
Dr Rod nearly didn't recognise me - I've done such a good job growing hair on my nose. The pink skin where my scab was is gradually closing over and going black again. My lip is also healing nicely, and inside my mouth looks great. Tiny whiskers are pushing their way through and by next check up I should have a fabulous covering of hair. All white.
But, since last check up I grew two lumps - one fist sized bulge on my side and a small pea sized lump near my front leg. Dr Rod got me to lie down and before I knew what was happening I was having needle biopsies on each lump. Within five minutes we had the good news - they are fatty lumps, not cancer. Mum and Dad are very relieved.
We went to the farm on the weekend. I love the farm - lots of fresh air, exercise and best of all - a collection of bones to chew (which is what I was doing in the background when Mum took the photo of us above). Mum walked us all the way to the Mt Lindsay Road on Saturday - a very long walk for a dog. It rained all the way back, and its been raining on and off ever since. We did manage a quick walk to the travelling stock reserve on Sunday, but no walks to the river this trip. Mum says we have new cows, and that Misty and I aren't allowed to chase them, so we didn't have any unsupervised exploring time.
All this rain makes for good sleeping weather. Yawn, stretch. I probably should get back to it...