After Gramma’s annual visit, Little Sofie got a growth on her lip. So, being the conservative type, and the unemployed type, I watched it. I did some research and decided it was a Canine Wart, for which there is nothing that can be done except to let it run its course.
I watched it. It grew. And the Sunday before I was going to take Sofie to the doc to have it looked at and confirmed that it was a wart and not something more sinister, she caught it with her claw and tore it.
So the next day we went to the vet. Our vet was vacationing, so the sub stepped in. She couldn’t diagnose because it was mangled, but was very kind with the pricing.
Ends up it was a wart. So there is no bark park for a month and NO KISSING dogs that haven’t been exposed to her cooties.
Most folks are understanding. One guy couldn’t get his dog back, so I had to explain that she had a wart. The virus is working its way out of her system, and that it was NOT LIFE THREATENING.
So, what this means is Coach Sofie and I are walking again. Gosh, I hope this jump starts my sluggish metabolism again!
PS … If you can’t tell by now, SOFIE IS OURS and WE ARE HERS. She is officially a RED DOG. No longer a foster. Hasn’t been really since the first week!!!
Wish us luck.

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