Oh, Abby

Mom took Abby to the vet on Saturday because Dad had found a lump on her.  In the waiting room at vet's office, Mom found another lump.  The vet stuck a couple of needles in her, and the one lump Dad found is just a fatty deposit, but the other was lump was in Abby's armpit and while the vet couldn't tell what it is, he didn't like what he saw.  On Monday, he will confer with the vet who managed Abby's chemo, and they will decide what to do, although it sounds like Abby will have surgicals to remove the lump, and then they will send the lump off the figure out if Abby is growing benign lumps, or if she is growing mean, nasty lumps.  Needless to say, I, Fiona the Chronicler, will keep you posted when Mom hears anything.

I do know that if Abby has surgicals to remove the lump, she won't be allowed to run (or leap, or play bitey-face) for at least two weeks.  Good luck with that, btw!  Mom is going to have to get some heavy-duty sedatives to keep Abby from doing anything exciting for two weeks!

So, while I have told Abby that she really needs to stop growing the extra lumps and bumps, I haven't told her that she will be on Frisbee Restriction.  Instead, I just made sure Mom threw lots of frisbee for her today.
 

Mom even threw some frisbees for me!

I'll keep you posted on what Mom hears from the vets.  In the meantime, we're going to keep Mom busy throwing frisbees for us.

Throw the frisbees already, lady!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus