I know its around here someware….

In the months since Frizbe’s leg was amputated I have gotten a number of questions regarding what happened.  I know people mean well when they ask.  But for me it’s like asking somebody like Stephen Hawking, “Sooo… how did you become quadriplegic?”  Instead of being snippy with those that inquire, I have managed to reply with a few quips when properly in the mood.

A few months ago a little girl asked the question, “what happened to your dogs leg”?  Feeling a little witty I replied with, “I lost it.  I have been looking for it anywhere, but I just can’t find it”.

Today, and the prompt of this post, was when we were walking back to the truck at the park.  There was a couple of guys sitting on a bench.  I knew some type of comment or question was coming.   The comment I got was a bit unusual as one of them said, “Hey, you dropped something back there”.  My retort was “what? my dog’s leg?”  As it turns out they actually thought I dropped something.  Oops.