I learned today that Quinn has a lump on her leg that is either a bone infection, or cancer. The girls mom asked if I would take her to the dog park one last time just in case, so that became my plan for the day.
Abby was still away with her friend, but Emma was home when I arrived mid-afternoon so she joined Finn, Quinn, and myself on this mild day.
With Quinn only being 5, (I know. I thought she was a year older than Finn making her 6), I hoped this was something that could be treated. I did do a bit of research on Great Danes after I heard this news, and bone cancer is one of the top issues these dogs have along with heart and stomach issues. Their life expectancy is only 6.5 years thanks to being so inbred.
It was a muddy mess at the park, but even better in Finn’s eyes. He was racing through the puddles and was a sloppy mess in no time. Once this happens, he wants to wrestle with Quinn but we kept him off. It’s like the mud is an aphrodisiac for dogs.
Quinn was like a pony out there, running around with a big smile and not a care in the world. She limps slightly when she is walking, but the way she ran you would think she was a healthy, happy pup.
We didn’t do the back trail beyond the water, and mostly tried to stay in the middle where it wasn’t as muddy, but our boots and pant legs were spattered, as were the legs and tummy’s of our dogs.
After a couple of laps, we packed the dogs back in the van, and I took the long way home so we could enjoy watching Quinn hang her tongue with glee out of the rear window, and the occasional kisses and cuddles with her head in my lap as I drove. She is such a love bug.
I told her I loved her and gave her one last pat, before Emma took her in. I hope it’s not the last car ride and trip to the dog park, but I cherished it like it was.