In the first of the boxy brick rowhomes caddy-corner from my apartment lives a three-legged dog. I sit at my living room window and I watch it trotting happily, albeit awkwardly, in its allotted portion of poorly kept grass. It hobbles up the steps and sits on the porch and then it hobbles back down to greet passersby through the chain link fence. Sometimes the four-legged neighbor dog goes over for a playdate and, beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, they wrestle with each other as equals.
The Three-legged Dog
The Three-legged Dog
The Three-legged Dog
In the first of the boxy brick rowhomes caddy-corner from my apartment lives a three-legged dog. I sit at my living room window and I watch it trotting happily, albeit awkwardly, in its allotted portion of poorly kept grass. It hobbles up the steps and sits on the porch and then it hobbles back down to greet passersby through the chain link fence. Sometimes the four-legged neighbor dog goes over for a playdate and, beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, they wrestle with each other as equals.