Well, due to a combination of: glitches determining the cause of a PC malfunction (snuffed operating system (os)); vacationing in Saskatchewan, then BC; trying to reload said 'os' to some semblance of what was before, with much frustration; being overwhelmed by the 32 odd GB of photos with no home but their flash cards; and yes, just plain laziness, I have not posted in well nigh these past two months, or is it millenia?
As I look at my dog Yola, fitted funnel-like with her "Elizabethan Collar", she makes me think of a cross between the RCA Victor dog and Laika, the Russian canineonaut of some 52 yrs ago. How did this come to pass? About 1 month ago, we felt a small, suspicious lump just above her groin on her right side. A visit to the vet seemed to indicate from aspirated fluid that the mass was benign. Tammy and I headed on our trip to BC, and the proposed minor surgery postponed to our return. Yesterday was the day of the procedure, and she certainly read something into my body language, because despite normally being reluctant about going to the vet, yesterday she was downright obstinate, and refused to get out of the truck. I prevailed in the end, and Yola had her surgery, which went well (the mass ended up being a foreign body, perhaps a quill segment or wood, walled off by a cyst). The worst was yet to come, though, with the ignominy of her having to wear this, this ... thing.
She's got another 10 days to go with this, but I'm sure she'll survive. She's certainly milking the sympathy for all it's worth in the meantime. I shouldn't poke too much fun, but there's an odd mix of sympathy and an urge to chuckle as she clonks around with this thing like Maxwell Smart with the cone of silence around his neck. Anyway, here's her scar, wanna see?:
I promise: the next few posts will be more photos, less verbose.
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