After I bought new tires for my old car, after I went out buying firewood and starter logs, I swung by the vet's office to see whether the dog was ready to come home. When one of the assistants brought her out to the waiting room, I was startled to see what they'd had to do to her this time around:
Our poor deaf puppy grows cysts and lumps and lipomas; this time, she was supposed to have a big dangly one removed from her chest, and instead she had two flat hard ones removed from her back. She might be too aged now to go under anesthetic again to have the chest lipoma removed, so she may just dangle it around for the long haul.
Now she sleeps soundly on the floor.