The Wild Doc Man

It seems that you are a dog person, or you aren't. I am a dog person...
I have had a dog my entire life. My dogs have always been large: when I was little we always had Samoyeds, when I met ExMrmayhem he had a lab. After the lab passed away 2 years ago, he convinced me to get a smaller dog- a Rat Terrier. He did a ton of research to find the perfect breeder and settled on one from Colorado. So we drove to Wyoming to meet her half way and pick up our dog- Doc.
He had aspirations of breeding Doc and showing him. We had had him home about 6 weeks when he broke his leg the first time- the result of playing to hard cost us $1,500 and we had four pins instead into his tiny leg. Shortly after his cast came off I noticed his leg was growing backwards- He had broken a growth plate in that same leg- long story short 2 more surgeries later and about $3,500 he is permanently a cripple. He gets around well most of the time, but his leg is very disfigured. One day of rough play will make him carry his leg for a week and of course the cold makes him uncomfortable. To ExMrMayhem the dog was now useless- so he became MY dog.
When I am home, he goes everywhere with me. At night when I am here by myself- he sleeps with me ( under the covers- head on my pillow). He is a strange looking little dog- his ears as you can see are way to big for his skinny broken body. But he is smart- and he loves the kids.
Sometimes the things that people throw away are other peoples priceless treasure.