I have been wondering if the uni-beagle was for real (or photo shop).
Thanks, Johnny Juggle. A heartwarming story, although they seem to get along quite well without the front wheels.
I’m not sure if the one-wheeled beagle is real or not. I found it on the internet and posted it in response to a BTM thread on escort dogs…or something like that. Seems it would be difficult for the beagle to maneuver, but then again, it’s always difficult at first to learn to ride one wheel.
The committee is considering you for using the OFFENSIVE word apropos.
I’m with Alan on this one. It is inappropriate to use them in this forum.
I like the one-wheeled dog, though.
They evolved themselves, by hanging around human trash dumps. See PBS.ORG for more
Talk about being quoted out of context!
When I was a child, there was a three-legged dog on the estate. One of its front legs was missing. It seemed to get along fine. Not sure how it would have coped with a wheel, though.
Al
I shot a three-legged deer once in Virginia. I wonder if they make deer-sized wheels.
Shooting for sport? Pity? Food? All of these?
No pity, just food and sport. Regular ol’ deer hunting. Thing is, it got along fine with just one back leg. Just before I took it, it had jumped a fence with all the skill and grace of a four-legged deer. It was actually pretty amazing.
I commend you Bruce. That deer’s last thought was probably to feel normal for the first time in it’s life. Other hunters may have let it alone out of pity but you gave it the chance to be just like every other deer.
That would probably be true if it had the mental faculty to rationalize. Since it didn’t, it existed for the purpose of finding it’s way into the Hall of Freezer Fame.
As for the pitying hunters, they’re basically a selfish bunch. If any hunter did let it slide by, it was only to wait for a bigger and better catch. 
Nothing against turning animals into meat in general but, personally, I think I would have left something matching this description in peace, honoured to have witnessed it. Call me sentimental.
A rather interesting view of the purpose of life. But that’s another thread.
Al
…just to watch him die?
Sorry, Johnny Cash made me do it.
Thanks for the graceful opinions and respect. I appreciate it.
Sorry, not a fan of Johnny C, so this one’s over my head. But knowing you, I’ll give you a humorous smile in return.
Raphael’s Projective Test
Alan, dahling, or shall we say my Dear Mr. Chambers,
Of course the three-legged dog thrived on the estate. Didn’t it have it’s own butler and vallet? Wasn’t it fed chopped sirloin?
Raphael,
Are you tired of all of us letting you alone out of pity?
Is that what it would take to make you feel normal for the first time in your life?
Really: What would it take?
Billy
Pet carts and “wheelchairs” have been around for a while. I wonder if they make doggy body armour for the training period for the uni-wheel, a sidways nose dive would be painfull.
Regarding three legged dogs: I’ve met many in my lifetime. One observation I have made is I have never met a three legged dog that isn’t one of the happiest dogs on earth! (And no, I’m not suggesting amputation to cure a grumpy dog.)
THINK WINTER!!! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
There was a good sized buck that I was tracking one year but never was able to get close to him… I hunt on the ground with a bow… Later that winter I was out show shoeing and came up on him sitting there, so I sat down and we kind of hung out for a while. We were just looking at each other for the longest time, about 20 yards apart until he got up and walked down into a gully and went out of sight. There was a big puddle of blood where he was sitting because his leg was really torn up, probably from getting hit by a car.
What struck me was that some people just think of animals as dumb piles of meat on the hoof and not as fellow creatures that are here just to serve us. But here was a deer that had to have been in great pain which didn’t show the classic signs of humanity in that he wasn’t wallowing in self pity, freaking out and crying, or any other form of asking “why me? This isn’t fair.” Yup, he probably didn’t understand the meaning of mortality, but he taught me more than most people could ever teach me in that sad moment. It isn’t always important to place one individual above another because of who is smarter… after all, a deer is smarter at being a deer than we could ever be. He carried the message that we all are born, we live, we die. Sometimes we get good breaks, sometimes we get bad breaks, but we get what we get and there’s no use in whining about the unfairness of life. All we can do is keep moving till we can’t move any more.