Dakota Dangerously Diseased

It's an unusually lonely evening here in the apartment. You see, Dakota is spending the night at the vet's because he has some weird fast-growing masses propagating in his nose/muzzle region. They are very likely cancerous. I sure hope they're not, but hoping doesn't do much in determining doggy doctor diagnoses. I'm steeling myself to hear the worst.

The really stinky thing is that I just got him back three weeks ago. And he's been so good! Not a single accident in the house, and because I brush him every day now, the hair isn't nightmarish like it was before.

It'll be two weeks to get the biopsy results back. At the rate these are growing, I can't imagine having to wait. I'll most likely be spoiling him in the meantime - lavishing him with hugs and attention, letting him sleep on the bed, catering to his every whim... Hey, wait a minute! I ALREADY do that! He's got a pretty good racket going here!'

But no sense focusing on depressing thoughts. He's been so great for me at key times in my life when it really mattered. So I think I'll make a montage of him looking his most majestic...

(ten minute span of time)

And here you go!