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Those of you who have written or called about Sophie, thank you so much and apologies for not answering. Suffice to say that the girls and I are grateful for your love and support, more than I can say. So, here is a an update.

It was a godawful day.  The end.

No, just kidding (though not about the godawful, or should that be dogawful, day.) We got up this morning at 5:30 in the cold mist and walked for half an hour, getting ready for the day. Then, I put Sophie in the car  (she was like WHAT? WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST?? MOMMM?) I got Lucy in the house and fed her and snuck out while she was eating. (Abe looked in on her today - thank you Abe. What would I have done without you?)
We got to Portland Veterinary Specialists at 8am, where her surgeon, Dr. April Guille, assessed her and admitted her. Then began one of the longest days of my life.
Sophie went into Surgery at around 11am, I got a call around 12:30, saying they had found two more tumors and she needed more time, more anesthesia, more pathology, more money. OK, I say, anything, anything at all. They say it looks like she will have to stay over night. (I don't think so. I don't say anything but Princess Sophie will not tolerate a cage.)
Sure enough, I get a call on my cell at 3:30, saying we think she would be happier going home with you tonight. I knew it! It took three of them to carry her to the car and I thought, how the heck am I going to get her in the house . . . she cried and cried all the way home - enough to break your heart.
So, I managed to get her out of the car and then it took me half an hour to get her into the house with Lucy hovering like a frightened big sister.  Oh, she was like a drunk, weaving and sitting down and crying. Awful!
I got her into the kitchen finally, brought her bed in from the car and she . . . just . . . couldn't . . . quite . . . make it. I gave her some pain meds, brought her a pillow and she is still there. My poor baby.

You can see the one incision on her neck. That is nothing. Wait 'til you see the Franken-doggie pictures of the rest of her. Very scary.
The pathology will take 5-7 days and then we will know if she will need more surgery, or chemo or what. I'll keep you posted.
So, guess where Sophie and Lucy and mummy are sleeping tonight? Duh! On the kitchen floor.

Oh, and what did I do for the 9 hours she was there? Ok, first I went to the bookstore and spent money, then I went to the Mall and spent money. Then, I went to the pet store and bought her a beautiful new collar and leash (36 freaking dollars and she can't even wear it because of the wound!) (Mom: do not send me an email telling me how I can tell them I was not in my right mind and want to return it! I know.) Then I went to the sewing center - did NOT spend any money but only because that is when the vet called and I rushed out. Oh, and I went to Origins and had a free mini-facial and spent $100 dam dollars, then left the bag at the lunch counter, went back and got it a half hour later; then left it in Macy's, went back and got it a half hour later. And, let me tell you, that is a testament to Maine. People didn't keep it - they turned it in. The way life should be! Hello!
OMG And, here is what I ate today:  Ok, Starbucks tall skinny cinnamon dolce latte and a "reduced fat" piece of  cinnamon coffee cake (yeah, really??), a sleeve of smoked almonds, a hamburger at Rocket in the mall, 2 Lindt dark chocolate candies, another coffee from grandma somebody's in the mall, and 2 donut holes from Hannaford along with another coffee for the ride home. Gross.
And, here is what I am eating for dinner as we speak. Brown rice crackers and hummus. I am such a bonce, I do not have any wine in the house. oy vey
So, other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?