Not on me. On marley: Poor thing. We adopted him two years ago, almost exactly, from GRREAT: Golden Retriever Rescue, Education And Training. He's almost 9 and we are his third, and definetly final, home. The vet told us "It is definetly not anything but cancer." It was on his front-left leg and was removed today. He's still at the vet, recuperating. Apparently he's quite groggy from drugs. We won't know what type of cancer it is for another week to 10 days. The good news is that it was all contained in the skin; none was attached to the bone. There is now nothing we can do except wait for the cancer to show up somewhere else. Damn. I love him too much to be ready to let him go.