Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Lola the Grouch

Yesterday Lola went in for a dental cleaning. While anesthetized they also removed a benign tumor from her leg. We wouldn't have bothered, but she started messing with it about a week prior so it seemed best to take it off and avoid it becoming inflamed or infected in the future.

Lola was not a happy camper. She snubbed me when I picked her up from the vets. To add insult to injury she looked at me with "fuck you!" eyes and went (tail wagging) directly to a stranger.
She was whiny and grumpy all evening and got me up a few times during the night. Finally, at 6 am I picked her up and put her in the bed with me (Ron was up and dressing for work), where she settled and slept soundly pressed against my neck and face. So what if I could not breathe and the circulation in my left arm was cut off?

The vet said she could appear "depressed" for a day or two due to the anesthesia. Fun.


PurpleTrekkie said...

Oh, Lola!! Poor baby!!!

rebecca said...

Leave me alone! Fucker.


John G. said...