I had a three legged black lab about 25 years ago. She had gotten run over by an ag tractor, when she was 6 weeks old, driven by the people that raised labs. Anyway, the vet that I knew didn’t want to put her down like the breeders wanted her to so she said that she would remove the damaged leg if I wanted to have her. So, She did and I took her. She lived for 17 years.
My dog went everywhere with me and on this one particular job it was getting late at nigh in the summer and she wasn’t coming when I called her…which never happened before. I was working at a buddy’s home who loved animals and contemplated leaving and getting her when I came back to work in the morning.
Well, I called her some more while I was visiting and just had started up my step van when I looked down and saw her sitting at my sliding door waiting to get into the van. I was very happy to see her but then realized that she was dragging about 3 feet of chain and a 2 foot stake with a trap snapped onto her right front leg. (She had no left rear from the knee down.)
It was the sort of trap that didn’t have teeth, thank god, and she had some hair worn off but no broken skin or bones. She was so happy to see me still there and to get that damn thing off of her that she just licked me up one side and down the other and jumped up into the truck and onto the bed I had for her under the lower shelves…and was ready for another adventure. Man, I was happy she was okay.
That dog had the heart of a lion and I miss her to this day.