I shared back here that he had three legs, but failed to share what happened. Long story short: he attempted to jump through an industrial size metal fan. Probably not the smartest idea but we're told that more than likely he could not see the fan moving. And happily his nose only got nicked and he only lost a leg. I'm serious, happily. We still don't know what he was going after, but I am sure it was something good, perhaps a mouse.
And maybe I should remind everyone that well, he isn't technically my dog. Even if according to my mom he' s mine. But if you asked my dad, it's HIS DOG! Don't worry I gave him up prior to the big accident. In fact after the accident I thought maybe I should take him home. Only to realize that this dog is SOOOO not mine and ever since day one, he was really Dandaddy's and they're pals. Like real pals, who have seen each other through a lot of rough times.
So, putting all of his not the smartest moments aside this dog is adapting like a genius. The vet said he'd do that. I questioned it, but he really is. Having only three legs isn't really slowing him down. It's making him think a little bit more. And I have first hand knowledge since I've been dog sitting. I thought hey, E is gone, why not take the dog back to his old stomping grounds. My hands are full, but what is one more person, oh right, dog.
And He ended up sleeping in my bed, which is a real NO NO (according to hubby)! But you knew that. What you don't know is that at first he LOVED getting into my bed. But HATED getting out in the middle of the night to go outside. He'd slip and stumble on the wood floors, you try it. It's slick and he doesn't have two legs in front to catch himself. So after the first night I showed him I could help him off the bed in the morning. So he wouldn't fall.
I think he kind of liked that and every morning after that he's barked a few times until I come and help him. Then he started getting into the bed after his nightly outing. I told you he's genius. And after getting assisted off the wood pile twice, he has quit climbing up it all together. If only everyone in this household could pick up on things so quickly.
And maybe I should remind everyone that well, he isn't technically my dog. Even if according to my mom he' s mine. But if you asked my dad, it's HIS DOG! Don't worry I gave him up prior to the big accident. In fact after the accident I thought maybe I should take him home. Only to realize that this dog is SOOOO not mine and ever since day one, he was really Dandaddy's and they're pals. Like real pals, who have seen each other through a lot of rough times.
So, putting all of his not the smartest moments aside this dog is adapting like a genius. The vet said he'd do that. I questioned it, but he really is. Having only three legs isn't really slowing him down. It's making him think a little bit more. And I have first hand knowledge since I've been dog sitting. I thought hey, E is gone, why not take the dog back to his old stomping grounds. My hands are full, but what is one more person, oh right, dog.
And He ended up sleeping in my bed, which is a real NO NO (according to hubby)! But you knew that. What you don't know is that at first he LOVED getting into my bed. But HATED getting out in the middle of the night to go outside. He'd slip and stumble on the wood floors, you try it. It's slick and he doesn't have two legs in front to catch himself. So after the first night I showed him I could help him off the bed in the morning. So he wouldn't fall.
I think he kind of liked that and every morning after that he's barked a few times until I come and help him. Then he started getting into the bed after his nightly outing. I told you he's genius. And after getting assisted off the wood pile twice, he has quit climbing up it all together. If only everyone in this household could pick up on things so quickly.
