Update on Layla's "sore" or Why We Can't Afford To Go Anywhere or Do Anything

We got the results back from Layla's biopsy awhile back and I've put off posting about it here, because, really, I show my stupidity on a regular basis, I see no need to actually PUT IT OUT THERE for the whole world to see on purpose. (I know that's a really long sentence and is probably full of run-ons and grammatical errors...don't tell me about it. I'm NOT an English Major and if I WAS, I doubt if I'd be sitting here in front of this computer at 10:40 a.m. on a Thursday morning in my sweats and fuzzy tundra slippers.)

Back to the biopsy results...the GOOD news is it's a fungal infection. The BAD news is I PAID ALMOST $500.00 TO DIAGNOSE A CASE OF RINGWORM!! Oh My God! That phrase STILL makes me ill.

Honestly, it didn't LOOK like Ringworm, and with two boys, I KNOW from Ringworm. Even the vet said he didn't know what the Hell it was (well, he didn't say THAT, but you get the gist). Yep, it could have been any number of things, from cancer to a sore she gave herself by licking herself too much...now THAT right there would have pissed me off, big time, and had it been the case, Miss Layla would be standing on a corner with a sign saying "Will Shed For Food" or something.

What KILLS me is that, in typical fashion, when it first showed up, instead of slapping some ointment on it and just calling it a day. We run pell-mell to the vet like we just have some extra money burning a hole in our pockets and we don't wanna spend it on anything fun like trips or furniture or OURSELVES..nope, we want to give it ALL to our friendly vet because, really, we're morons.

So, let's review. I've got myself a pedigreed hunting dog. A dog who is born and bred to bound into icy water to retrieve all manner of fowl upon command. Stoicly braving the elements to sit by her Master's side awaiting his bidding. Uh huh.... only THIS particular dog doesn't like water, is afraid of ducks and to date has gotten pink-eye from the dog park and a fungal infection from God knows where. The only things she "retrieves" are things she's not supposed to have in the first place and then you have to chase her down and tackle her to get it back. Unless it's cat poop...cat poop goes down the hatch ASAP.

I think one of us needs to work on her attitude.