Jan is my heart dawg. Buddy is my OG buddy. He was there when the kids were peanuts, lived in every rental, rode shotgun to countless school pick ups, camp drop offs, rides to nowhere special and, most importantly, he was my hospice roadie. He's also a free spirit/pain in the ass who has escaped every yard, ran down many a street and eaten his way out of at least two fabulous outfits. He's had anesthesia four times in the last two years. He's been en cone for a couple of weeks now (well, honestly, there's been many cuz he keeps on still getting to this spot on leg).
he needs an expensive surgery to remove and biopsy a lump on his leg. It's quality of life thing because he won't stop licking it.
It's humbling to ask for help. We got dawgs tho. They are everything to me.
