Trichoepithelioma - say what?

Trichoepithelioma -  hard to say, impossible to spell but very good news.  Here's the whole message from Dr. Church, one of Ella's vets:

"Ella's biopsy results came back as a benign trichoepithelioma, which is an uncommon benign mass of dogs. The surgical excision was complete so recurrence is 
unlikely and the surgery is considered curative. So, great news! I hope she's doing well."

Ella IS doing well.  Her franken-scar is healing up.  We made an appointment to have her stitches removed next Wednesday.  She has finished all of her medications except antibiotics, and has one more day to take that.  The cooler weather (it was 24 degrees this morning) has made her frisky, and I would say that she's bored.  She wants to play.  She wants to run.  But although we've resumed our long walks, I haven't let her off leash to run, or chase a ball or a stick.  Soon, Ella, soon.

Meanwhile, Chicago finally releases a video showing the execution of Laquan McDonald, a 17-year old black youth, who was shot 16 times by a cop.  The cop has been indicted - but who wants to bet he gets off?  He's on paid leave in the meantime.  Paid leave!  

And the one year anniversary has come and passed of the murder of Tamir Rice, a 12 year old.  I understand a 911 caller reported a young black male with a gun - which the caller also told the 911 responder "might not be real" - but the cops who came to "investigate" claimed they were not told that the gun might be a toy, and they shot the child dead.  The toy gun was tucked in his waistband.  Tamir, may your memory be a blessing for your family and community and all young people of color everywhere.  These are my grandsons, Tamir.  I wish you could have known each other. I will tell them about you some day.

  

Meanwhile... Donald Trump would water board suspected terrorists whether or not it did any good (presumably whether it led to any useful information) because "they deserve it."  And Muslims would have to "register" and have a "special ID."  I think I went to sleep and dreamed I woke up in Germany in 1939. But wait, I'm awake.  Aren't I?

Thanksgiving arrives.  We will have dinner with our neighbors, Melissa and Tobias, and others of their family.  I have much to be grateful for, and notwithstanding the state of the world, it is important to remember that fact.  I am grateful every day for my health, for David, for my children and grandchildren, for Ella, for living in this beautiful place:

Peace.