My pilgrimage to meet the people who helped me when my dog lost a leg I am sitting under a rough wood shelter, in the midst of a Virginia thunderstorm, surrounded by three-legged dogs, watching the lightning flash ever closer. Frankie, the coonhound, starts howling. Adelaide, the husky, joins in. “It’s fine,” says Jim Nelson, co-founder and president of the Tripawds Foundation. “If anything, it’s going to hit that transformer over there.” He waves vaguely behind me. At his feet, his dog Wyatt Ray (three legs, face covered by a fabric calming cap to distract him from the storm) seems Read More

Source:: The Guardian