Denny has a mass in his belly. I noticed it last night when i was trying to help him on the bed. Before Crafty Night I had my mom check it too, so I'm not just being a paranoid dog mom here. Going to call the vet tomorrow.

I love this dog. He's been one of the few constants in my life. Can you imagine how much more insane I would've been if I hadn't had him around?

I almost adopted his brother. His brother was more playful and fun but Denny was sweeter. Someone had a hold on his brother (who looked like Snoopy) so I adopted Denny instead. When took him home he weighed four pounds. I tried to keep him in a box on the ride home but he kept crawling out of the box and onto my shoulder (this is funny, as Denny is now pushing 60 lbs). I later found out he was so sweet because he had gotten his shots the day I got him.

Now he's a cuddly little monster and I don't know what I'd do without him. Let's all hope that everything's ok.