I took Xena to the vet Thursday for what I thought was going to be minor surgery to remove a golf-ball size tumor from her ear. Not quite. Apparently, the tumor was solidly connected to the ear , not hanging by a thread, as I’d thought.
When I went to pick her up, she was pretty doped up and wearing a large cone made of hard plastic.
“She’ll get used to it,” the vet tech said as he helped me load her into the truck. “My lab learned to use his as a weapon.”
Poor Xena cried through the night Thursday, keeping me up and prompting me to lie on the floor next to her for a while to comfort her. She must have been in a good bit of pain. And she’s a schemer. Apparently, Lara did the same thing a few times during the night, too.
It’s now been a few days of life with the cone. The pain appears to be gone but not the indignation at having to wear a giant white hood. But as the vet tech predicted, she’s learned to use the cone as a battering ram, sweeping aside me and the other dogs as she barges through the house. So far, though, it’s doing a great job of keeping her away from the wound, which is healing nicely. We’ll find out whether the tumor was benign or malignant this week …