The good news first:
The mass on Flash’s chest looks like a lipoma (a mass of fatty tissue).
The vet did an aspiration. He’ll be reading the slides later today, but he didn’t think it was anything to worry about. He said he’ll call if he detects any weird cells.
Flash’s lymph nodes are not inflamed.
The lump/tubular thingee on his side couldn’t be aspirated, but the vet thinks that’s a lipoma, too.
We’ll watch both. If the one near his shoulder grows, which the vet suspects it will, we’ll have it surgically removed.
Flash was the greatest dog at the vet. He was good during the needle aspiration and great during all the other poking and probing. He got kudos for how good he was, and everyone who came into the vet’s oohed and aahed about how beautiful he was. (He ate it all up.) I can’t believe how different his personality is in public. He’s submissive, docile, and shy. Of course, our home is his castle, so he’s in protector mode.
The bad news, which isn’t really BAD:
Flash has gained a pound. He’s now officially 5 pounds over the weight the vet wants him to be. Some of that weight gain has to be eating a half pound of pecans and getting into a jar of peanut butter. The first thing I thought of when he did those things was, “Oh, hell, I’m going to get yelled at.” The vet just laughed, bless his cute little heart.
Flash has another lipoma on his chest. At the rate he’s going, he’ll look like he has teats. Rolling eyes here.
I am one happy camper, and one relieved – owned by a Sheltie – woman.
Thank you, everyone, for your kindness and your thoughts for Flash (and me).