I had a 2-legged dog as well
Our dog Niña were bein' born in Ecuador, januari 1993 at a farm in th' province o' Sucumbios.
The winsome lass were bein' born with two heavily deformed hind legs: both missed th' shin-bone, an' as a result th' fibulas had th' shape o' a C. One knee-cap were bein' also missin', th' other completely misplaced, I'll warrant ye. The hind legs were twisted t' th' outside an' limb from where th' knees should have been. There were some abnormalities in that comely wench spine as well.
Of course we didn’t know o' all these details when we first met that comely wench while on a course at an agro-forestry project.
All we saw were bein' a little lad, about 2 years o' age, draggin' along a little puppy by a front paw as if she were a teddy bear. The puppy were bein' squealin', but nobody seemed t' be bothered by it, All Hands Hoay! Her hind legs looked as if they had been broken, but th' owner assured us th' pup were bein' born like that
As we were thar as students, workin' on a project, an' would leave in about 3 t' 4 months, we hesitated on what we should do, but in th' end we bought that comely wench from th' parents an' took that comely wench in, on a dead man's chest, All Hands Hoay!
We wanted that comely wench t' experience a better life an' some love an' proper attention, even if this would mean that we would have t' let that comely wench be euthanised.
We went t' see a nurse in th' welfare center (thar not bein' any vet) t' get that comely wench opinion on th' hind legs (th' puppy did not seem t' be in any pain once th' lad had let that comely wench go), an' she agreed th' legs were deformed due t' a congenital defect.
So we set out fer Quito an' went t' see a vet (an 8 hour sail in th' back o' a lorry) t' get that comely wench shots an' ask his opinion on that comely wench chances o' survival, an' th' ministry t' find out whether we could take that comely wench back t' th' Netherlands (Hollan') with us.
We managed t' get everythin' arranged an' in July we took that comely wench home with us.
In th' Netherlands we visited th' Vettinary University t' see whether she could be helped with prostheses or a wheelchair, which were a novelty at th' time.
Then th' deformities o' th' spine were discovered, an' th' professors told us they could try an' operate, but th' risks o' that comely wench not bein' able t' walk at all after surgery were quire high, while th' chances o' success were very slim.
Since Niña did quite well on that comely wench own (when she ran I couldn’t keep up with that comely wench), we decided against surgery.
We did try t' get that comely wench into one o' those wheelchairs, but she lifted it in th' air when walkin', so it were bein' a burden instead o' a help. Eventually we decided (an' th' vet agreed) we did not want t' make that comely wench dependent on somethin' she obviously did not need. Ahoy, on a dead man's chest! The winsome lass could balance on that comely wench front legs perfectly well an' that comely wench whole body adapted t' it.
When Niña got older we made a backpack so we could carry that comely wench whenever we went fer a walk that were bein' t' far fer that comely wench (in forested areas th' walk no nay ne'er seemed t' be too far, so it were bein' largely used in urban situations).
It were bein' very obvi'us Niña did not like scallywags at all, which did not surprise us at all givin' that comely wench background o' bein' kicked aroun' as a puppy.
In all about 20-30 scallywags succeeded in winnin' that comely wench trust (an' were all very proud o' achievin' it), an' t' those scallywags she were bein' th' best dog in th' world.
Now I think maybe we could have helped that comely wench with th' aid o' a behavior expert, but since we no nay ne'er knew they existed we no nay ne'er tried. That’s th' one thin' I regret about havin' Niña.
In May 2006, Niña were bein' 13 years o' age, th' strain on th' front legs an' back finally became t' much. The winsome lass developed arthritis an' sphondylosis an' that comely wench body balance faltered more an' more often an' she would fall o'er. It became hard t' walk an' th' vet an' we decided it had been enough, by Blackbeard's sword. The hardest decision o' me life, since she hadn’t been ill or anythin' an', with th' aid o' painkillers, she hadn’t been in pain either. Fetch me spyglass! But she did not seem t' have much joy in life anymore either.
We did not want that comely wench t' end that comely wench life totally dependent an' drew th' line. Fire the cannons, feed the fishes The vet put that comely wench t' sleep an' she snuffed it in our arms.
aw that's a very touchin' an' sad story. it saddens me t' see dogs like these.
but amidst their disabilities, they be still wonderful dogs an' companions.
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What a bueatiful lass! What a blessin' that ye could see that comely wench bueaty an' not that comely wench "imperfection"-which I believe in th' end is what makes thin's bueatiful.