I don't make a lot of personal posts so please bear with me. #Rufus hasn't been doing well for the past week or so. I mean, he's 13 (at least), and has slowed down due to age, but the past week or two he's been acting like every movement is a Herculean effort. A few times in the past couple of weeks his rear legs have given out on him completely to where I've had to pick him up and carry him which is, in itself, telling. Rufus has always hated being carried and struggled continuously when I did so. Yesterday while petting him I noticed two golf-ball sized things up under his chin. Now, they may be benign lipomas as Rufus is covered with them (one one each thigh, one on each shoulder, one on his chest and a few smaller bumps here and there) or they may be indicative of something else. I'm no vet and aside from emergency medic battlefield training I have no medical experience whatsoever, but these new things seem to be where your or mine lymph nodes are located....
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At one point, when my son was around eight, he announced he wanted to join the Boy Scouts. I wasn't stoked, but after asking around and determining the local troop wasn't too bad, I told him I'd take him to meetings if he was sure he wanted to join them. Then he started reading up on the organization and decided it wasn't for him. Yeah, I was sad he was opting out of a chance for socialization, but I was really proud of him too.
I told some Boy Scouts, once, that I couldn't buy their popcorn because the BS (still funny, ha ha ha) discriminated. The poor kid didn't understand, but his parents gave me dirty look.