Chelsea Johnson is our February 24, 2013 Pup of the Week

Oh what a week our friend Chelsea Johnson had this past week.  But this week was the end and we need to start at the beginning, not her beginning, but the beginning of the troubles, where many of our blogs begin.

The beginning of the troubles usually start with a lump.  Finding lumps are never a good thing, unless it is a lump of money, and, even then, if it comes in a lump, it usually is discarded drug money, which means if you take it the Dixie Mafia is going to be after you, and you don’t want the Dixie Mafia after you.

Chelsea had a lump on her front leg at the elbow.  The doctors did a test in January. They took blood from her leg but could not tell if the lump was Stage One, Stage Two, or Stage Three.  The doctors hoped that, since Chelsea had the lump for six months, it would be stage one which would be benign.  They were also worried because they would have to remove the lump and two centimeters around it to make sure they got the entire infected area, but, because the lump was at the narrowest part of the leg the surgery would be very delicate.

And then there were the kibbles.  Surgeries like this don’t come cheap, even though I am not sure why.  Dogtors seem to get a lot more money if they are cutting us up then if they are feeling us up.  A janitor gets paid the same amount if he’s washing the floor or tiling the floor but I guess it’s different when it comes to doctors.  And, if a dogtor is cutting your nails and it bleeds the gauze he uses to stop the bleeding is free but if he uses the same gauze when you are being operated on then the gauze costs lots of money.  It’s a human thing.  I don’t understand it.  If I could find a dog I trusted with operating on me I would use them, until then we are subjected to the will of humans, and that means any operation costs lots of kibbles.

On Thursday Chelsea was finally scheduled for surgery. At the same time Mother Nature decided it would be a good time to send a Buzzard to dump tons of snow on the house Chelsea shared with her Mom.  If ever a Mom had reason for a big case of the nervous nerves it was Chelsea’s Mom Aunt Kristi, who, after waiting weeks for the surgery, had to hope it would not get rescheduled because of the storm, that she could make it to the vet’s, and got her baby home.

On Thursday she got Chelsea to the vet for the surgery but then it became hurry up and wait.  They were doing some other surgeries first and then would do Chelsea’s so poor Aunt Kristi had lots of nervous waiting.

The doctor had said Chelsea would be operated on mid afternoon but there was another phone call, an emergency had come in and Chelsea’s surgery was pushed back again.

After 10:00 Aunt Kristi finally go the call she had been waiting on.  Chelsea was out of surgery and was doing good.  She was awake and walking around.  The surgery was a success.

Because of the Buzzard Chelsea had to stay at the vet and her Mom worried about her because that’s what Mom’s do when we are at the vets.  The Governor  got a message from me representing Chelsea and I told him to make sure the roads between Aunt Kristi’s house and the vet’s were clear.  Knowing my reputation, and how important Aunt Kristi and Chelsea are, he made sure the Aunt Kristi could make it to the vet the next day.

On Friday the dogtor told Aunt Kristi that she could pick up Chelsea at 1;30 Central Buzzard time.  Chelsea was able to help the dogtor in checking the incision by opening the covering.  The incision looked good to him.   She was coming home with tranquilizers (this is my second Sunday blog about a dog who was sent home after an operation with tranquilizers.  I have Pocket studying if the vets are secretly trying to drug us into oblivion.  We will report back to you.)  along with pain meds and benedryl.  

Finally she got home and was resting in her own recuperation room at the house.  She needed to stay still.  The less she walked the better.   Before Chelsea got to break all the simple rules laid out for her her Mom kept her busy by feeding her pill after pill to keep her out of pain and calm.

Chelsea had a good night Friday, despite some whining.  Her leg wasn’t bothering her.  Aunt Kristi spent time in Chelsea’s recuperation room to comfort her.  On Saturday Chelsea ripped off the plastic covering her bandage and had to go back to the vet to get it put on the wrap again.  She is not wearing the cone of shame but does have a  no bite collar that keeps her from biting the plastic or the wrap.

Chelsea is still going to need prayers.  First we are awaiting the biopsy and we need to all pray it is B9.  Then we need to pray for her full recovery.  And that they survive the Buzzard that is hitting them again Monday.  Just lots of prayers for Chelsea.  But don’t bet against her, she has already defeated a Buzzard and surgery, and if you can beat both Mother Nature and Father Health Care you can beat almost anything.