Two years ago, a stray puppy who hung out in a neighborhood an hour away got hisself runned over, and
morillon and I couldn't stand to see him trotting around with a cast--someone cared enough to take him to a vet, but rebuilding his back leg was a major undertaking. One orthopedic surgeon, a metal rod and a month later, he was running around like nothing had ever happened. No limping or nothing!
morillon and I like to say that we got each other half a puppy leg for Christmas '02.
So what is Obie? Lab, obviously, but we think his mommy must have been scared by a pit bull; can you see that in his features? His ears are usually floppy, but this is his alert posture.
He's also fifty pounds of pure love. He is soooo good-natured, and loves meeting even the strangers who come into his room. Our Cattle Dog, who hates
all other life forms, can't pick a fight with him. He wants to play with our kitties, not to eat them. The only thing that gets him howling, really, is a lot of other barkage. The coyote that's been getting the neighborhood canines in an uproar lately, for instance, will set him off.