"Ruff" Weekend

The weekend did not start out so great. Izzy spent all day Friday at the vet as she was having a cyst removed from her side. This cyst had been there for about two years and it was time to get rid of it. Every time we took her to the vet they kept telling us it would go away and not to worry about it. Of course I was worried and we even had it tested for cancer at some point, but the test came back clean. Well, the cyst got so big and there was no indication of it ever going away so we told the vet it was time to have it removed. Izzy was dropped off bright and early on Friday morning while Madison was left at home to wonder what was going on.

I get a call from the vet around 11am stating Izzy's blood work didn't look very good. Her numbers for her liver are extremely high as they are 250 when this past November she was at a 46. The best case scenario is that she ate something toxic and her liver is working extra hard to clean itself out. The worst case scenario is that it's cancer. There are also some mid-level scenarios too, but I was immediately concerned about cancer since boxer dogs are prone to cancer and we are having one large cyst and three small cysts removed from her side that day. The vet said she will be on medication to clean out her liver and in two months she will draw blood again to see if it was just something she digested. If the numbers are still high then we continue on the path to determine if we are sitting at the worst case scenario or not. Either way this bummed me out. I don't even want to think about Izzy having cancer. The vet felt very positive that it's not cancer since she was behaving just like her normal self and not showing any signs that something could be wrong. Well, I am going to think positive for the next two months and hope for the best.

After work I picked up Izzy from the vet and poor girl looks likes she was attacked by another dog.

She will have the stitches in for two more weeks and until they are removed we have to limit her activity (yeah, that's going to be hard) and keep her from licking her stitches. Due to that Andy decided to sleep on the living room floor with Izzy to keep her from jumping on the bed and to keep an eye on her with the new drugs that night.

Also on Friday the big man decided to get a fever. Now, we have Frankenstein Izzy above to take care of and a baby with a fever. He got as high as 101 and was not interested in sleeping so I put him in the swing in the living room while I slept on the couch. It was family slumber party in the living room on Friday night.

The big man ended up with a cold and of course I now have it too since he does enjoy coughing and sneezing in my face as I am burping him. The rest of the weekend was spent taking care of both Izzy and the big man, so not too much fun in our house. You wouldn't even know the big man was sick as he was still his fun and happy self.