The patient
A few weeks ago Indy's vet referred him to the doggie opthalmalogist to have a growth removed from his upper eyelid. We went to the appointment yesterday, and after a five minute consultation discovered that the doc would be able to do the surgery same day. Only, of course, after I received my estimate of expense.
That process took a little longer. An assistant came in with a handful of papers. Our conversation went something like this.
"Will I faint when I see the number?"
"Oh no. It's not bad at all."
I glanced at the list of things the doc proposed to do, but my eye drew immediately to the bottom line figure. The amount came in at roughly double the worst case scenario figure I'd contemplated. I gulped and whispered an inquiry.
"Do you take credit cards?"
Not to worry. Of course they do.
If this is a "not bad at all" figure, I can't imagine a "knock your socks off one." Perhaps it's equal to the gross national product of a small country.
Ah well, the costs of pet ownership.
Anyway, surgery is over. All things reportedly went well (pending pathology report--a bargain at only $90).
As you can see in the picture above, Indy's wearing the dreaded collar while his poor little stubby tail points south. That part of his anatomy is always a barometer to how he feels. Even Bogey, not known for his compassion, feels sorry for our boy.
We all hope he'll have tails up by tomorrow!
