Likes: Being with the residents at the nursing home. Or going through Burger King drive through and getting a hamburger.
Pet-Peeves: People who wouldn't pet her.
Favorite Toy: Her mommy
Favorite Food: Hamburger
Favorite Walk: Anywhere as long as she was with her mommy.
Best Tricks: Being sweet and loving.
Arrival Story: I hate to admit this but my dad had a couple of labs that he refused to fix and had a oops litter. Well the momma dog was a first time mom and some how or another broke Trooper's front leg. When my dad took her to the vet to see if anything could be done to help her. Since she was so small they couldn't do anything and the vet told my Dad that since it was broke up near the shoulder the best thing to do would be to PTS because the chance of him finding her a good home with her going to have problems all of her life with that leg. I am so grateful that my Dad did not listen. He brought her back home and sat down to talk with me. He had told me what the vet had said and he knew that there must be somebody close by that would be able to help her. So of course I took her. I named her Trooper for being able to deal with her front leg being broke. (BTW before I forget the rest of that litter was actually donated to a group in Chicago that trains dogs for assistance dogs for the handicapped.)
Bio: I never treated her any diffrent because of her leg. She always had trouble laying down though. My vet (which by the way I switched from my dad's) had told me when she was 5 months old that we would probably end up amputating her front leg if it got much worse because it was already full of arthritis.
We worked together with training and she was so good at it. I thought she would probably make a wonderful therapy dog. The residents at the nursing homes we visited sure loved her. I think she loved it too. She always would sit next the them and let people pet her and love on her. She always seemed to know when somebody needed a little extra love because she would lay her head in their lap and they always told me that they were having a bad day when she did that.
I think what bums me out so much is how she passed. My mother-in-law let her out when I wasn't home. She didn't make sure the gate was closed and she took off. I called and called for her but she never came home. I walked everywhere I could think of but couldn't find her. The next morning when I was taking my husband to work I found her. She was laying on the side of the road. She had been hit by a car. She died all alone. I can't help but think that she might have heard me calling her and she just couldn't come to me because of how hurt she was. I know that it would of upset her if she couldn't get to me. It bugs me the most that she died alone. I just can't get over that and I hope she can forgive me for it.
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