This is me and Hootie with our mommy and her good friend, Candace.
Here we are again with Mommy and Candace's husband, Dawson.
Note from the mommy, Cassie:
Good news: Baby Rocket Dog's biopsies came back and they were not tumors OR fatty deposits. Turns out the one was a necrosis (a mass of dead tissue/cells) caused by a *traumatic injury. The other was the result of the necrosis...a giant lymph node coping with it. Because it is STILL draining, the drains have to stay in another week. She is home now, as the drainage isn't as bad as it was. She is still confined to the mud room, but happy to be able to go for walks with me and be home I think. Thank you for all who prayed for her and sent good wishes.
Now, back to me, Baby Rocket Dog! These photos were taken before my surgery...happier days. The top one was taken by Hootie's favorite man-friend, Dawson and the other was taken by Mommy's buddy, Candace.
I was glad to get back home, but not very thrilled to be confined to the mudroom. Mom let me into the main cabin when I first got home and I immediately wanted to rub myself all over the carpets. Oops. That wasn't a good move, 'cause she said I was still draining. Draining!! Sheesh, I'm not a bathtub or a sink. Anyway, I'm actually being a very good girl. I have an odd smell about me from the fluids still coming out of me (that's what Mom, aka the Nose says). I have 6 new t-shirts that I have to wear all the time and I get to have them changed at least 3 times a day.
I HATE that. Oh joy! Hootie is very happy that I'm home also, but is sad that we can't play togethers. Sometimes he sits outside the mudroom door and cries for me. It's a Dutch door, so I can still get to hear what is going on in the rest of the cabin. Anywhooo, thank you all so much for your love, crossed paws, concern and prayers. NOW, I need to get visiting all your blogs to see what's going on in blogville.
Baby Rocket Dog