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I sincerely miss Brutus. He was a red Doberman Pinscher. My little cross breed dog died when I was about seventeen. My sister knew some people who were moving and had several Doberman pups that they had not been able to sell and just wanted them to go to good homes. She brought him home for me. I was still heartbroken over my little mutt Snooper. But when I saw Brutus I melted inside. His tail had just been recently cut and was raw and sore. I never had the heart to have his ears snipped, so he lived his short ten years of life as a floppy-eared dobbie.

To say his life was one misfortune after another would be putting it mildly. Being parted from his mother much too early was very hard for him, he was barely eating yet. I just tucked him under the covers with me that first night and that was where he always slept, even after he got a little to big for comfort.

The first and most tragic misfortune he suffered was when he was about six months old. We lived terribly close to a busy rural highway and cars and trucks would zoom by incredibly fast at all hours of the day and night. One early Sunday morning someone got up and left the front door wide open and little Brutus wandered out in the middle of the road where he was stuck by a fast moving truck.

His left hind leg was crushed. The knee joint was ground into splinters and completely unrepairable. The only option was amputation! So sadly I gave the go ahead and our veterinarian removed the leg. At first this devastated me and I couldn't believe the misfortune and the pain that this sweet little pup had inherited by being chose as my pet. I was guilty and sick over it.

But amazingly this robo pup was walking again within two days of coming home. Granted he had to learn how to walk all over again. He now used his remaining back leg similar to a pogo stick. He just bounced on it. He was so skinny, I guess it helped because being very thin all his life put less stress on his remaining limb. He used his front legs for steering and his one back leg as propulsion. When he got accustomed to it he was just as active and fast on his feet as any other dog, it was remarkable!

It was so funny when he urinated, he would just slightly lean to the right and point his private parts to the left and just let go. One maneuver he never was able to master was quick turns. He loved to chase other critters, cats, birds, whatever and he would crash big time whenever he made sharp turns, but he would just jump up shake the dust off and resume

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