There appears to be much speculation in DWB land regarding my upcoming date. Hehehe.
I assure you that it is most certainly NOT with the beast as I learned my lesson regarding that some time ago. For those of you who might have missed that unfortunate weekend, you can read about it.
Lucky for me, I think the wee creature is now officially banned in Boston so I am safe from a repeat performance.
My date is not until tomorrow and I expect it will be a late night so don't be looking for any photos until Monday. I will give you one clue as to whom my large and sought after self will be escorting.... I met her at Mango Minster. 'nuff said.
I have to confess that ever since my great escape I have been feeling unwell in my backsides. In fact, sometimes my leggies just kind of don't do what I want and I fall down and cry, so I thought that a trip to the V-E-T was in order.
When the Mango goes to the V-E-T, I don't have to go to the waiting room with all the other doggies. I get to go to an extra special Mango room that has a couch and everything.
Momma and Master get sad when they are in the Mango waiting room because they say it is also the You Thin Ice room where doggies cross over the Rainbow Bridge, but I am not going anywhere for a while.
I let Master rub myself to assure him that I am OK.
Oh boy! Here comes that Dr. Migday lady.
Now unlike other doggies, the Mango does not get nervous at the V-E-T. In fact I kind of like it there because I get extra special attentions and lots of foodables.
Plus, Dr. Migday doesn't speak about me in the third person.
Hello! I am right here!
That's right, she reviews my medical records with ME directly. After all... the Mango should make his own decisions, right?
She said that I would need to get an x-ray for her to find out if my bottom was OK and that to do that I would need to go to sleep for a little while and she asked me if that would be alright with me.
Sure, whatever, I trust her.
We had to wait for a while for everything to get ready. Last time I got an x-ray here it didn't come out so good because their x-ray machine was not good enough to really see my large and most dense insides.
But now they have some fancy pants machine that is all digital and can apparently "get a clean image on a pony." That sounds about right.
I asked Master to rub my sore bottom while we waited.
This is a great waiting room, huh? They even had reading materials.
Oh my! I think Fiona might look most fetching with that hair do.
WOW! This magazine even has an actual Mastiff in it!
Finally Master took me in a new room where momma couldn't go because there wasn't room and they put something called Propofol in my leg which made me kind of sleepy...
This is me after I woke up. I was kind of confused and kept walking in circles until I got dizzy and sat down.
And here is the photo of my bottom! Dr. Migday says my hips are so good they are like a breeder's dream come true! How about that? She also took photos of my knees and they were good as well. I guess I am OK after all. What a relief.
A few words from Momma...
Really good news from the vet.
All his joints and bones are in excellent shape. So why is he having trouble? (1) there is still swelling and soreness from taking a tumble while running through the woods - for that he is going to take meloxicam for a few days (2) potentially Lyme disease - he has had it before and his blood is going for more extensive tests and meanwhile he is going to take doxycycline just in case. And no dancing for a few days.
Oh yeah, good thing my husband was there because he was put to work hoisting Mango onto the x-ray table (all 230 pounds of him) once the anesthesia kicked in.
I was glad to finally be headed for home. I had to pee wicked bad.
We had to wait for Master to pay the bill and as you can see from this movie, I was alert enough to do my guard duty.
But that did wear me out.
Head for home!
P.S. Please ignore that my movie says September at the end. Momma gets kind of confused about what day it is sometimes.