Recently, I’ve been noticing that Iacs’ (aka Bibble) front bottom has something odd going on.  He is, in no way, showing discomfort or difficulty in pee’ing, but something is not right. There is a wonky very wierd growth thing going on.

So I called for a vet visit, showing photos in an email as well as my interpretation of things, beforehand.

Knowing the visit was happening today, Bibble was around the house waiting for the vet to arrive.

He was fine on his own, investigating and he knew the others were about too.

While waiting for the vet, I used my time wisely and tidied up the shed (indoor school) while Bibble “helped”.

In fact he found and ate his après front-bottom examination carrot early!  I found the evidence.  A chicken told me.

Bibble looked totally unashamedly guilty, if there is such a thing.

The vet was running late so Bibble enjoyed exploring his old haunts.  A little known fact – he actually managed to shut his owner, Daisy, into this container a few years ago.  I won’t say I didn’t laugh….. a lot …. as I let her out!

While we waited, I decided to put Bibble back with his friends in the wee small paddock.  There were water buckets but Bibble made sure there weren’t.

The vet arrived and did a thorough examination in the stable.

Pepper, obviously, was on stand-by because you just might need a small unhelpful Patterdale terrier for just this sort of thing.

Bibble was lightly sedated for examination and the vet and I made some decisions as to his immediately treatment – antibiotics, painkillers, and then surgery of the nasty bit.  It is a tough one. Bibble is 27 so any treatment is really to try and sort this in Shetland. Needs must, he will go south but we haven’t reached that decision yet.

Bibble liked the idea of a bucket full of antibiotics!  Best day ever, if you’re him.