SHE took me to a new hospital. SHE said it was a special place that would make me all better. Well I didn't like it much at all, although the people were very nice. First the vet tech looked me over, then I saw the doctor. SHE called her a neurologist, whatever that means. They said I was "bright, alert and responsive." Of course I was. I'm always that way. That's me. They also said I had "a mildly hunched back and slight weakness in the left hind limb" and that I was "uncomfortable on thoracolumbar spinal palpation. Meaning my back hurts and my left leg doesn't work quite right. I know that. I then had to go with the tech inside some doors. The gave me some stuff to put me to sleep and then I had what they called a myelogram/CT scan to see what was happening with my back. The next thing I know was I had to spend the night there.
SHE said they took a little bit of something behind my tongue to see how bad it was (a biopsy). They decided not to operate on my back. We have to wait a few days to find out how bad it is. The neurologist said she thought it was squamous cell carcinoma. Too big a word for a dog like me. I heard her tell my mommy to feed me soft food. YEA. That means SHE'll cook for me all the time.
I'm not supposed to go on walks for a while and I can't jump on furniture, so SHE can't leave me alone unless SHE locks me up in the study, where there's nothing to jump on. AND I don't have to go to the groomers today.