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Monday, July 8, 2013
On relating to a dog with disabilities
Our town's 4th of July celebration includes a pet show. Max hung out there for a little while, patting some of the contestants. Then he spotted the Good Humor ice-cream truck, where they know him by name (literally) and he dragged Dave over. Sabrina and I stayed, and we met Goose.
Goose is a boxer with three legs. He ran around like any other dog and I watched in admiration.
I know just how a body can compensate for seeming deficits.
As Goose relaxed on the lawn, a group of girls stopped by to pet him. When he stood up one said "Goose only has three legs!" and then, in chorus, they all went "Awwww...."
I know those looks of pity.
When the MC called Goose's name, his owner carried him up because by then Goose (like a lot of theother dogs) was weary from the heat. The owner introduced Goose. "A lot of people don't get that Goose is like just other boxers," he said.
And I knew exactly what he meant.
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 6:40 AM