I came across this picture last night. I’m still in San Juan, being held by Gloria Marti, the heart and soul behind Save A Sato. My leg was already gone, but I was still just a pup. Many years later, my leg is still gone (go figure), but I’m living the life on the Massachusetts coast. A piece of my heart will always be in Puerto Rico, where those amazing angels continue to save dogs like me from sure misery and likely death on the streets. Save A Sato rocks!Gloria

Under the weather


I’ve been under the weather again. The vet couldn’t seem to pinpoint the cause and finally decided it was muscle strain. She gave me some IV fluids, a shot of pepcin, some pain meds and a bill. I’m wondering if other tripawds have general – and rather regular – vague pain complaints. I admit I was skeptical of her diagnosis, but the drugs worked and I’m feeling better. I actually got out into the salt marsh yesterday and bounded, yes, bounded, through the grass. I’ve worked hard to get my weight down and keep it there, but I continue to wonder whether a harness would help since I have to do stairs. When I look at them online, I wonder how they would fit with a front leg amputation. I am short and about 20 pounds, but I have a significant chest. Thoughts?

I’ve come so far

My rescuer just sent me pictures of the area of San Juan where I was hit and left for dead. She describes it as “ugly.” This is the very spot where I was struck and close to the ditch she found me in. Unlike so many tripawds, I didn’t lose my leg to disease — or maybe I did, the disease of indifference. ¬†Thank dog there are caring people to balance those who don’t.¬†hood