I thought I'd give you the skinny on the dog report. I'm sure you've all been sitting on the edge of your seats in anticipation of Farley's vet report. About six months ago, I took Farley in for his check up and heart worm pills. It was a new doctor. I'm always kind of proud at our dog's freakish size. It's just a fun conversational piece. So, I took him in, and weighed him. The doc comes in, who, mind you, is about 150 lbs overweight, and he looks at Farley's chart and says, "He needs to go on a diet." Ohmigawd, no you didn't just say that. Hahaha. So, I say fine. He was 113 pounds that day. We tried the diet food, and the gas was so horrendous, we just resolved to have an overweight dog.
6 months later, I take him in, and not only has he not lost any weight, he's put on 10 pounds. I'm laughing inside a little bit at how human like this dog is with his diet rollercoaster. But according to doc, that's way too much for just some extra winter weight. Yep. The wonderdog now weights 123. ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE POUNDS. That's ridiculous. The sweet doctor is so concerned, he orders a thyroid test. Super. I talk to him a bit about the moaning and his inconsistent, but on occasion, overwhelming need for water. Again, doc gets concerned, orders more tests. Could be Cushings disease, not so easy to treat...it's expensive. Great, so now I have to go home and talk hubby into potentially keeping Farley the wonderdog alive for about $200-300 a month. I can kiss any future visits to the southern bra specialist goodbye.
Just so you know. The dog is so big, he gets 2 heartworm pills a month. I wanted to get his lumps and bumps looked at while I was there, too. He feels a few of them, and again, gets concerned. He pulls a sample and slaps it on a slide. Then he relaxes and says, "Oh yeah, that's just fat pockets. See how it's bubbly here on the slide?" I look at it, and as usual don't realize I reply out loud, "Oh yeah, that's what my as-- I mean, that's what the back of my legs looks like!" The nurse busts out laughing, the doctor blushes. Whatever makes you grin, I'm here for ya.
Okay, so all the tests came back and the doctor is shocked, but Farley's blood tests are all normal. No thyroid prob, no cushing's disease. Just needs exercise. I beg doctor to not make me put him on a diet. He says, that's fine, just exercise him. Once again, Farley the wonderdog shocks us all, this time, defying medical science. Good boy, Far. Good boy!