Dashie had quite an afternoon/ evening. We went for our appointment and Dashie was his usual spastic self and loving on everyone. The doc palpated and looked at his lump and was like... "hmmm... if Dashie was my dog I'd take it off... right now." I put Dashie on the scale and he came in at 61 lbs. and Doc got his sedative cocktail ready. It was the end of the day so he finished up his last two appointments and we took a long walk around the little town while our favorite tech prepped the surgery areas.
As soon as his last patient was out the door we went right in and Dashie was given his initial sedative while I hugged him. I always hate this part. His tail was going super fast as usual and every 20 seconds or so it would slow down a little more until we hit 90 seconds and he leaned into me and I helped him to a laying down position on the floor. Doc scooped him up and put him on the anesthesia table, gently shaved the area (tumor started bleeding profusely here,) and anesthesia was administered. He took a while to fully go out which gave our tech lot of opportunities to give him kisses on his head. He eventually went to sleepy time and was intubated and we all went to the surgery room and was hooked up to breathing apparatus and secured to the table. Doc used a cautery and took off the lump and extra surrounding skin and sutured up the gaping hole. The surgery itself only took about 10 minutes.
He was taken to recovery and doc and I got some meds squared away for the other dogs while his tech stayed with him. He was still in sleepy-land but once he started responding to stimuli he was extubated and Doc and I loaded him into the back seat of my car and we went home. He was out the entire hour drive and lifted his head when we got home.
I carried him into our bedroom where he has a sofa and when I put him down he tried to stand up, climbed off the sofa onto his doggy bed, fell over onto his doggy bed, picked up his favorite antler and started chewing away while flopped on his side
. Then he managed to wobblingly climb back up onto his sofa and fell back asleep. A few hours later he was back to normal. Peed a few times on short walks and had a quiet night in our bed, sleeping sprawled out on top of us.
He is back to his active funny little self this morning. Keeping his frankenstein incision clean is going to be a challenge since he pees on himself and the incision is quite long, but I think we'll manage.
So... Dashie is recovering well so far. He thanks you for your concern.