I ran into Rocky right around the corner from work, but I didn’t have time to take his picture, since I was rushing off to lunch. Then I ran into him again when I was leaving for the evening, and I thought ‘this is clearly fate, why fight it?’
Rocky is eight, and although he came from the shelter as a Lab, looking at him I have to guess Lab/Dane mix. And he’s recently lost a limb: he had bone cancer in one of his hind legs, and they had to take it off. It had been a really recent surgery when I saw him, and he was still learning to get along without it, but give him a week or two more and I think he’s going to be doing great. His attitude is clearly fabulous.