PRYOR, Oklahoma ~ It's funny that us dogs can tell you hoomans some things (like when we need to go outside), but not other things (like what my real name is).
And that's how I ended up with my new name: Tres Patas! What? you say. That doesn't make any sense! you say. Because you see quatro patas, don't ya? Well, a few weeks ago I got my front left paw hurt. My old family didn't care what happened to me, but all the people who saw me running around town DID care. Except I didn't know them, so I just ran away from everyone.
I didn't know they were trying to help me! Until a nice lady trapped me in her garage & the Animal guy picked me up & took me straight to the vet who said my paw would never heal so my leg needed taken off!! I was a little scared about that, but it turns out a guy can get around pretty well with just 3 legs!!
I'm a super nice boy, about 3 years old and 45-ish pounds! So far, I've liked everyone I've met and . . . I can't wait to meet YOU!! Just come on out to the shelter Monday-Friday from 1 to 4:30, or on Saturdays if you make an appointment!!
