The Work-Up

The plan is for Kelsey to receive radiation for his skin cancer. But he has to be staged first to make sure that it hasn't spread. There is no point in radiation unless the cancer appears to still be localized. If it has spread, chemo might buy him some time, but there is no cure.

He had all of his tests today and the results should be back by Monday. They couldn't control Kelsey and so they had to put him under general anesthesia in order to do the tests. They acted surprised that was necessary. I'm surprised that other dogs wouldn't put up a fight if strangers started sticking them with needles. It's probably just as well that he didn't feel the pain of the tests. And, I admire Kelsey's fighting spirit, even if it did cost me a couple hundred extra dollars.

The real problem was that he was slow to come out of the anesthesia and I needed to take him home in order to get to work on time. I waited as long as I could until there simply wasn't a choice. I needed my dog back now. Reluctantly, they carried Kelsey out to me and I then carried him to the car. I set him down to open the door and he jumped in. The car was all he needed to recover. A little motivation goes a long ways.

They shaved Kelsey's tummy, so now his private parts are fully exposed. The fur used to hide all of that. I'm wondering if I should put panties on him, so he doesn't feel so exposed.