This morning we had to take Dreyfuss to the vet. It was a scheduled appointment, but a little scary nonetheless. For the past few months, he’s had a couple of lumps on his back and belly that have caused us a bit of concern, especially after his cousin Hawkeye had a malignant tumor removed from his back a couple months ago.

Taking Drefuss to the vet is never fun. When he was a puppy, his color dilutional alopecia was mistaken as mange and every time he went to the vet, he got scrape-tested and poked and prodded. So it’s understandable why he would hate going each time. He shakes uncontrollably and has to be muzzled anytime a vet comes in the room because he’ll snap at them out of nervousness. It sucks.

But fortunately, the vet is optimistic. We’re still going to send his slides off to a cytologist to be analyzed, just to be sure.

Dreyfuss is a part of our family. And while we know that he won’t be around as long as a normal family member, we have to make sure he’s healthy and comfortable and around as long as possible. Because, frankly, he’s a freaking awesome dog.