Yesterday, the Labrador, Chile had to go to the vet. He has a tendency towards lumps and bumps (the scar on his nose is from a red wart when he was about 6 mos) and had grown a wart between his digits on his right paw.
Besides, the usual anxiety, I felt bad because I had assume arthritis. The Pedigree chews he has every day seemed to help and I simply assumed. To be fair the wart was not visible unless you spread his paw out.
But the vet asked if I wanted it sent off for examination and I decided no, I do not want to know if the cancer he had removed two years ago has returned. He is a happy dog, enjoying life and when he no longer enjoys it, then it is time to take steps. Cowardly -- perhaps. But I am convinced it is the right decision.
Anyway, despite being woozy, he appears much better. And now all I have to do is get him to take his antibiotics. He is a great keep the pill in the mouth and spit out when Michelle is not looking dog. He can detect pills in most things -- peanut butter, cheese, dog food. Meat tends to work, or bacon...