Gasp, I've been in Orlando for a little over a year, and life hasn't gotten any easier in the last year. Every time I turn around there is something else going on... and of course, I keep thinking, "I need to write in my blog...". Guilt consumes me as I've neglected one of my favorite past times over the last year! But, it's not the only thing- I very rarely cook, and I haven't baked anything since Christmas... Hi-ho, Hi-ho, it's off to work I go!
Duke is a total mama's boy (and I couldn't be happier!). This big guy's favorite past time is snuggling on top of his mama. And as always, he's never far from me when I'm home; if I'm taking clothes out of the dryer, Duke's right beside me, if I'm taking a shower, Duke's right outside of the shower door, and of course, if I'm in the kitchen, he's right under my feet (which can be very complicated!) I just love this big guy! Shh... don't tell anyone, but my 90 pound boxer boy, is a total teddy bear... with a bark that will scare even the meanest toughest UPS guy enough to send him quickly scooting back to his big brown truck!
Actually, the lump on his head was something called a dermoid sinus. It was something that I had never heard of, but it's common in boxers, and is pretty much a birth defect. Had we chosen to leave it alone, it probably would have just kept growing. Our vet felt confident in removing it at this point that he could get all of it, and that Duke would only have a tiny scar, not that a scar matters much to us. He doesn't think it's going to grow back, and thankfully, it wasn't cancerous! We love Duke scar or no scar!
We had hoped to get the stitches taken out on Tuesday, but when we returned to the vet, it just wasn't meant to be. Vet thought that we should wait another week. I think I was more upset about it than Duke was, but no point in risking the incision opening up again... so we wait!
Wednesday evening, a soccer ball mysteriously landed in our yard. Duke was so happy, you would have thought it was a t-bone steak. I thought he was going to die when the neighbor kid hollered over the fence asking for the ball. I swear I saw a total look of disappointment on his face... I tossed the ball over the fence promising Duke a soccer ball of his very own.
On my way home from work the next day, I stopped and bought Duke a bright red soccer ball. He was so excited, that even the sound of the treat jar opening, wouldn't lure him from the yard and the ball!
If only I had known sooner that Duke would be thrilled to the moon and back with a soccer ball, I would have bought one much sooner!
I promise to be back within the next couple of days with an update on Lucy....