Funny, that saying is supposed to be prefaced by breast...not dog.  But dog, it is.  I discovered it a few months back and it was about the size of a dime.  Now it's the about the size of a quarter.  I'm worried.  I'm not ready to lose my doggy, yet!  I fell asleep crying last night...worried about her.  Thinking about losing her.  I know it comes with the territory....but dammit, I'm not ready, yet.  I'm just not.  She needs to be with us for a while, yet.  Besides...she still acts like she's fine.  So, she probably is.  I'm hoping.

She's got a vet appointment on Thursday to have it looked at.  I'll worry about money then.

Right now....she gets queen's treatment around here.  Wait...she always gets that!