The Howl Of A 3-Legged Dog


A 3-Legged Dog is a very strange creature; I have met several of them in my previous career as a Veterinary surgeon. What has always surprised me the most about a tripod is how quickly they can recover from losing a beloved limb.

I’ve never seen one angry and I’ve never seen one obsessed with finding the prick that stole their leg; I’ve never met one full of self-loathing or pity.

A 3-legged dog doesn’t spend their years living in regret eternally mourning the leg that they’ve lost, they get back up on their three good feet and keeping looking to make friends whereever they go.

We can learn a lot from 3-legged dogs.

It’s safe to say that a 3-legged dog saved my life. His name was Scrap, and he was living rough on the streets of Europe, he was also a character in one of my screenplays.

 

P:S: This is the 16th  in a series of blogs chronicling my adventures in Los Angeles. See How the F@*k Did I Get Here” to begin the adventure.

2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Geoff Talbots Story
  • Jay Steven Levin

    Dang dawg (sorry had to) one of your best entries yet. And I’m a fan of all of ‘em. Tweeted it. And will spread it around on my blog as well. Simple. Strong. Sound stuff. Arrff, Arrff!

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  • missymuldoon

    This gets my vote!  You’ve said so much in such a short space and there’s a lot of humans who could take note from what you are saying.  In life it’s only too easy to feel sorry for ourselves and our situation but you’ve just summed everything up in the best way possible – well done (not meaning to sound patronising by the way :) ) x

  • http://www.liveitforward.com/ Kent Julian

    Scrap’s awesome…looking forward to hearing more!

  • http://writerswritingwords.com/writer-for-hire Eleni Poulakou

    Yes, really good. I had to share it on my FB FanPage too. Hope people will read it!