This is Chance, A.K.A. Fuzz Butt. He is my parent's dog. He's a crazy old mutt. The story behind Chance is I saw him in the paper needing a home when I was living with my parents in Alaska. I talked my mom and dad into getting him. Nobody wanted him, because they thought he was ugly. His name was Brutus, but Sara and I changed it to Chance. He was a really playful and adorable puppy, but something happened to him since my parents moved from Alaska. He has a split personality. One minute he's a sweet, happy dog, but then the next minute he's a grumpy old man that growls if you walk by him, look at him, try to pet him or talk to him. He also sees dead dogs. He plays like he's playing with another dog, but there is none around. Then he'll just stare into space and growl at nothing. Lately he started chewing on his tail, there is almost no hair left on his tail and it looks gross. My parents say he is Sara's dog and she's getting him back someday. Happy Birthday Sara.