All clear!

Last week I spent a really boring day at the local vet while they poked and prodded me. They x-rayed my chest to see if the tumour had tried to sneak back, and they also x-rayed my abdomen to check for those horrid kidney stones. Do you want to hear some good news??? They didn't find anything. Nada, Rien, Nuffink! The x-rays were then sent to the specialist hospital for them to check too and they have given me the all clear! This means I can wait 6 months before they check me again. Woohoo!

While I was there the vet also stole a big section of the ugly lump on my tail to admire further. Still waiting for results but paws crossed it's just a fatty lump (hey, who are you calling a fatty lump?).

So I have now had TWO malignant tumours removed (one in my neck and one in my lung) and I'm still here and I'm going nowhere. The Jax is Bax. Whatever that means.

Stone me!

I'm celebrating today. Yesterday I went to the vet to have some x-rays to see if the kidney stones have returned. And guess what? I got the all clear! They couldn't find any. Not one!

I decided to go to the beach to celebrate. In case you were wondering what I'm doing in the video, I'm looking for a nice big heavy stone to carry home. I'm very particular about my stones so it's got to be the exact right one.

Recuperating and sweet dreams...

I know that I promised I'd show you my stitches but J1 says that they're too gory and unpleasant and that no-one would want to see them! She's probably right as they are very red and horrid looking. If anyone is DESPERATE to see them, I can ask J1 to email photos of them to you, OK?

Since my return home I've been mainly sleeping...

...and dreaming of Nurse Clarissa!

Home at last!

Hello pals, I'm back home and in my own bed again. What a relief! Thank you all so much for your kind messages and good wishes. I'm feeling OK and I've got lots of stitches which I might show you in the next day or two.

I thought you might like to see what the hospital was like. It wasn't too bad. Here I am with one of the nurses...cute eh?



I'm not allowed to do anything much while I'm recuperating so J1 & J2 have got to carry me up and down the stairs and generally wait on me hand and paw. I could get used to this!


Jackson: "Fetch me my dinner, there's a good chap!"

Boring vet stuff

My test results for Cushing's Disease came back and are inconclusive. I'm probably in the early stages so I've got to be re-tested again in 6 months. Cushing's Disesase has nothing whatsoever to do with:

Peter Cushing (British actor)

or even:

Cushions!

You can read more about it here.

Kidney Stones Update:

My kidney stones surgery is due to take place on Tuesday 12th June. Some of you asked how I got the stones in the first place. It wasn't really because of my love of stones, I was only teasing! I didn't get them from eating stones either (I never eat them, I just collect them). I got them because of the horrid medication I'm taking following the removal of the tumour in my neck. I should finish the medication in about 2 weeks and I'm hoping that once it's stopped I won't grow any more. The surgery will get rid of the existing stones and I'm also on a special diet to help prevent them coming back.

Stoned!

"Paws off you two, these stones are all mine"

I think I may have mentioned in the past that I'm very fond of stones. Whenever I go for a walk, if I see a stone I like the look of I'll attempt to carry it home with me. I tend to like BIG stones best, and they can be very heavy to carry in my mouth. Sometimes they don't quite make it home with me and so I leave them on the pavement for other dogs to find. The stones that do manage to survive the journey tend to end up in my garden. When J1 & J2 are sitting outside in their deckchairs, I like nothing better than finding my stones and throwing them at their feet. And then barking. Loudly. Inevitably, some of them get confiscated but you'd be surprised at how many other stones you can find in the garden by a bit of digging and rooting around. I don't think this habit particularly endears me to J1 & J2 but I like to think it keeps them on their toes.

Anyway, the reason I'm telling you this is because it turns out that I like stones so much that I've grown a few inside me! They're in my bladder to be precise and although they don't hurt at the moment, they've got to come out. This means another horrid operation but I don't know when it will be yet. I'm hoping that once the stones have been removed they'll let me keep some as a souvenir so I can show them to you. I know you can't wait to see them!