Saturday, October 18, 2008

The D-man's big beef with the big C?

The effin' bandages
The oncologist thought the pathology report was as weird as I did (of course, she knows what she's talking about) so we're getting the slides (if the lab can find them) and sending them off to Penn. In the meantime, there seem to be no symptoms and Dud only started limping when he realized that doing so and walking up to me to show me his bandaged leg gets him some scoobie snacks. The healing power of a treat is nothing short of a miracle.


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1 comment:

louise said...

Now I gotta be careful not to let Elizabeth the pug know about this trick; she would OD on her Iams weight control biscuits!!