It's me again, Margaret
Since I last posted my two outside dogs passed away. Polly and Whoopie were both 12 years of age and died within 6 weeks of each other. They both are sadly missed. However, the morning after we buried Polly, a three legged red bone coon hound appeared at the farm. I truly feel Polly sent him to ease my grieving. I named him Tripod and he is a joy. What a happy dog he is...so appreciative and loving. I do so admire his attitude....he doesn't know he isn't like other dogs....his gait when walking is quite wobbly but when he runs you would never know he was missing a front left leg. I am guessing he was born that way...I see no scars...I had seen him before about two miles from here about a year ago...so he is a survior...
I will see if I have any photos of him to post....and also look for some pictures of some of the quilts I have made...TA TA for now.
Rita



