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Bogart is a harlequin Great Dane that we adopted about 2 years ago.  Not more than month owning him, he moved in with my parents next door.  I feel a bit abandoned.  Neither my children nor my dogs want to stay at my house.  I don’t understand.

Last week he was a bit under the weather so a trip to the vet was scheduled.  Not good news.  Bo was diagnosed with lung cancer.  Up until last weekend he bounded about with the energy and spryness of a two year old.  Now he lays on his dog bed moaning in discomfort.  After shelling out a small fortune on meds he now bounds about again with his stuffed cow in his mouth.  He won’t get better.  Right now it’s quality over quantity.  His quality is pretty good.  I’m sure it has something to do with the cheese, pork chops and other people food my mother puts his very expensive medicine in.  By the way, if you ever have a pet that needs medication try Wal-Mart.  I’m serious, most medications that you get from the vet will cost you around $80 for a month supply, but with Wal-Mart’s everyday low prices it could be $8.

This is the second Great Dane that I’ve owned that has developed cancer.  As much as I love them, I think I may be the Black Widow of the breed. 

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