There's a dog that lives near us that is missing its right front leg. I've seen the dog out for walks and it seems to get by just fine. In fact, the casual observer may not even notice that there's a leg missing. I saw the dog in his yard last night. He was sniffing along the fence, checking out the perimeter like most dogs do. At one point, the dog leaned a shoulder against the fence for balance as he lifted a leg and marked a spot. Up until that point, it hadn't occurred to me that missing a front leg would pose special difficulties for a male dog in need of some relief. I was heartened to see that the dog had learned to cope so well.
What does this have to do with Thanksgiving? Well not much, really. I can't recall the dog's name right now, but if I owned him, I would definitely call him "Tripod".
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