Aw man, I don't know what to say except I'm so sorry...
So sorry about Brutus, I've read so much about him he's become a friend.I just got off the phone with the vet. Brutus has cancer. It's a cancer called osteosarcoma (sp?). Apparently, it metastacizes in the bone (which it hadn't done in this case) and there is little they can do about it. He has 6-12 mos to live. Once the cancer metastacizes, he will be in pain in whatever bone it chooses to metastacize in. She said she knows of one drug that might possibly work, but needs to talk to the veterinary university oncology department about it. I'm so depressed right now. Who will tip over my trash can and cruise my counters when Brutus is gone?
I don't think a 5 can attack would work with his nose. He would figure out which one was the real one in the closet in a hurry. When we're walking he'll sometimes find a really interesting scent. If I follow him it inevitably ends up at a trash can.So sorry about Brutus, I've read so much about him he's become a friend.
I had just come up with a multi trash can plan. I figured 5 look-alike trash cans in each room of the house, this would be a 2 prong attack, drive him nuts and wear him out at the same time. The real trash can hidden in closet. Awww the heck with it, just hugs and ice cream from now on.
All Brutus cares about is that you love him and feed him. The rest will be ok. He is a very lucky dog to have someone who cares about him as much as you do. You done good by him.I just explained to him that he has 6 months to live. He responded by walking away and cruising the counters. I think he understood me all too well.