The Tripawd Times of Nova the Great Dane

Don't Worry, Mommy, I'm Not Going Anywhere!

HA!  Mom calls ME a drama queen, but I have to say, this past week it is MOM who is the drama queen.  I’m sure a lot of my Tripawd friends out there have been reading Mom’s freak out on the forum these past few days.  Geesh!  Come on, Mom. You are supposed to think PAWSITIVE!

For those of you that don’t know what went on these last few days, let me fill you in.  I haven’t been feeling all that great lately, and last weekend I started to cough. I couldn’t help it, I just felt so icky. Mom was studying for exams on Wednesday and Thursday, and she was reallllllyy stressed.  She jumped to conclusions and made the silly assumption that the nasty cancer that was once in my body decided to move on to my lungs.  COME ON!  Can you believe she would think that?  She decided that once her exams were over on Thursday, she was going to take me to the Doctor to get the chest x-rays that she has been putting off for a long time because she is so afraid that the cancer has spread.  Again, isn’t it ridiculous for her to just assume the worst?  What is with people!?!

I was pretty sure that cancer was not the problem, since in my dreams lately I have met some of my Tripawd friends like Jerry, Caira Sue, and Cherry, Max and Tika (my fellow “November Five” buddies in Heaven) who told me that I will not be joining them any time soon. I have a kingdom to rule, you know.  So I decided to send Mom a sign to make her think for a minute that maybe what was wrong with me was not such a big deal.  When she got home from her last exam, I greeted her with a big green booger dripping from my nose.  I hopped up to her to give her the usual head butt, and wiped it on her pants, and she didn’t even care.  She just went “hmmmmmmm” and went running to her computer to talk to this friend named Google.  Google told her that maybe I just had an infection.  That Google is pretty smart!

Well, you know Mom. She took me to the V-E-T anyway, and found out right away that Google was RIGHT!  All I needed was an antibiotic. Yuck. I hate swallowing pills. But Mom sneaks them into yummy stuff like salmon and buffalo, and I don’t even notice them. Mom did not quite believe the Doctor when he said I just had an infection, so she decided to pay him even more money to take some pictures of my lungs.  Geesh. People just love to throw money away! Well, I really wanted Mom to calm down so I was a big girl and let Dr. Osmun put me up on a table to take a bunch of pictures of my chest. Whatever calms Mom down, you know? Sometimes you just have to humor these people.

I thought that Mom was going to give Dr. Osmun a big kiss when he showed her the pictures of my lungs. I don’t think Dad would have appreciated that! Of course, there was nothing goofy on the pictures, but I knew that already! Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do to get these drama queen humans to take a chill pill.

Now, I’d have to say that this really worked out to my advantage here.  You know how I love to work it. Mom made me a great buffalo dinner last night, and I got some beef trachea. Plus, lots of lovin’ and kisses and attention. You know how I love that! Nothing like a little drama to bring on the treats and attention. You guys have gotta try this on your pawrents.  It really works!

It IS pretty cool that I continue to beat that stupid cancer beast.  It’s been over 16 months since I told cancer to take a hike, and it HAS!  I am living proof that big dogs CAN survive this.  I hope I am here on this earth for a long time, so that I can show other Tripawds that there is hope.

Gotta run now, Mom just grilled some cheeseburgers tonight and my brother doesn’t want his, so it looks like she is going to give it to ME!!

Queen Nova of Tripawds, Cancer Butt-Kicker