I’m not sure whether I’ve mentioned it before, but Carmen has a small, benign cyst on her back. It’s just a lump she’s always had. Sort of like an incomplete camel. It has never bothered her. There’s no pain and the vet has never worried about it though has warned that we should be on the look out for any changes to it because it may be attached to something a little more scary.
When we collected them from the kennel in January, we noticed the cyst had become all crusty. Like it had burst and then scabbed over. It’s in a position where there’s no way she could get to it so it had to be the cyst acting on it’s own. I was going to take her to the vet but it cleared up and returned to the way it always has been. Then yesterday, on the walk back from the kennel, I noticed it was bloody.
It still wasn’t bothering her but I knew I had to take her to the vet. I booked her in for this morning. Of course, Carmen was over the moon. They just love going to the vet. They really are the oddest dogs sometimes.
Anyway, the vet shaved her a bit and poked around, bathed her in doggy disinfectant, praised her teeth and general health. She also said she really suited the name Carmen though I’m not sure what she meant by that. Unless she means the opera. But even then, I’m not sure.
Carmen was very good throughout the prodding, shaving and poking until the vet decided to insert a syringe at the base to see if there was any pus there. It’s the first time I’ve seen Carmen jump in pain and surprise. She did not like it one bit! She turned back to me with a look in her eyes that said “What was that for? Don’t you love me any more?”
The vet’s verdict is that it probably just burst and that’ll be it. but I’m to keep an eye on it, bathe her with disinfectant twice a day and feed her antibiotics. No alcohol or heavy machinery for Carmy then. As a reward, we all went for a lovely walk in the park. She goes back in two weeks.
Another day without rain meant that I worked in the garden until my fingers froze – it is very cold in the wind. I finished the cairn – surprisingly but sensibly, the frog had moved.
As I weeded nearer to the house, I was intently watched by the poodles. Carmen from the table…
…and Day-z from a little closer, while protecting one of her manky toys.