For those of you who follow us on Facebook, you may remember a little while ago I sent out a post to see if anyone had ever seen an enlarged nipple on their dog. Just one nipple, not all of them. Oh, and I should specify, on their boy dog – so this would be a non-baby-making-related issue.
Our darling Oscar, the center of our universe, had what appeared to be an enlarged nipple. Now, we’re no stranger to “weird things” on our boy. Just a year ago, we had a lump removed from his toe, which turned to be nothing, but better safe than sorry. So when Nipplegate popped up, we took him right to the vet to have it checked out.
Turns out, it wasn’t the nipple itself that was enlarged after all. The initial diagnosis was a skin tag right next to his nipple – a benign mass that, while gross, generally isn’t anything to worry about. We were sent home with instructions to keep an eye on it, and if it changed color or size, or started to bother Oscar at all, that we should come back and lop that sucker right off. Well without going into any gory details, about a week later is started to bother him.
He came home from our return trip to the vet groggy and embarrassed in a dreaded Cone of Shame while we waited for the Mystery Growth to be sent off for analysis. Oscar must have been finding some toads to get friendly with, because it turned out to be nothing but a big wrinkly wart. Gross, but whew!
While we would have been happy to avoid a trip to the vet (and the bill that came along with it), we were glad that we got it checked out. If we didn’t look into it, and later it turned to be something serious that we could have avoided, we never would have forgiven ourselves. Admittedly, since Oscar is “Our First Dog” we err on the side of caution more often than not when dealing with the unknown. Thankfully, our vet is fantastically patient, and is more than willing to talk us off our ledge when Oscar does something like eat a book of matches (“ohmigosh is that poison??”) or if we just can’t remember how long we should wait after we apply his flea/tick topical before we give him a bath (two days, if you’re curious).
The bottom line is that Oscar is our baby. We love him with our whole hearts and we would do anything for him. We might be a little overly protective and neurotic at times, but – well, no “but,” I don’t need to make excuses or rationalize it, he’s our kid and we love him. We will gladly shell out the cash for an office visit if something is going on that we’re not sure about, if for nothing other than peace of mind.
And we can sleep easy now knowing that Oscar is happy and healthy….well, “healthy” anyway. He’ll be happier once he’s out of that cone.