Funny Foot is a very special girl, and therefore deserves a very special page. Name: Funny Foot Gender: Female (spayed) Breed: Pomeranian Age: 3 years Weight: 6-8lbs When she first came out, I couldn't quite tell what exactly was going on. From the intake photo (the photo shelters take of dogs when they first come in to advertise them to the public) she looked like a completely normal Pomeranian. It wasn't until she came out that I saw just exactly what was going on and how truly horrifying it was. Her front left leg was completely mangled, almost like it had not just been broken, but twisted out of place. There were no scars to be seen. It was frightening, and the fact that it didn't bother her frightened me even more. But it made me love her no less. She was beautiful, every bit of her, from her filthy fluff to her twisted paw and all the way to her smiling face. I was no less happy. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, of course, but I didn't care. I loved her. So I took her home. The vet said she could still had working nerves in that busted leg. It was indeed a very old fracture, but if I wanted to give a go at saving it, I could. The odds of success were very slim, but I'm not one to listen to people. So I raised funds ($20 was donated to her and Silly Knees' "Starfox" surgery for both of their legs. HOORAY!).....okay, I attempted to raise funds. It didn't go well. Luckily with the adoption of some healthy dogs, after a few months I had enough money to put down some payment and get the ball rolling. She was spayed just to get that finished and out of the way. I received a lot of criticism from people. They assumed I had no idea what I was doing, that I was torturing this dog by not getting her care immediately, that I shouldn't be such a tyrant of a human being for...well. I don't know what, honestly. But none of the people who complained donated to her care. Now, does that look like an unhappy dog to you? Funny Foot was never phased by her leg. In fact, she rather liked to whack things around with it. She'd lay on it, even put weight down on her elbow. Because of her use of it, I had a lot of hope for her. She was the happiest thing in the world. Her nickname became "Happy"...and "Foot." "Footie..." alright, so she has a lot of nicknames. Anyway, she didn't care about her leg at all. She loved to play and hop around completely carefree. They did the best they could to attempt to save her leg. Apparently once they opened her up, they were met with total turmoil. Everything was absolutely mangled. They tried to re-break her leg just to give it a shot at repairing it from a new beginning. Unfortunately, her bones were so destroyed from the fracture being so old and disfigured, that what was left of her leg practically turned to dust. There was nothing they could work with. Saving her leg was a failure, but the surgery wasn't. They removed her leg successful and Funny Foot became a tripod. Actually, she became what we lovingly call at Hoochie Pooch Rescue a tripom. Since she didn't have much of a leg to begin with, she had little issue adjusting to the loss of her limb. She hopped around anyway, this just lifted the dead weight and the potential of infection. She never experienced any pain and was right back to her old self in no time. Her amputation site actually healed within about two weeks! Funny Foot and Starfox lived together since the time they were both rescued (they were rescued within a week of each other), but they never became such best friends until after their amputation sites healed. Both dogs' disfigured limbs were amputated within days of each other. I have no doubt whatsoever that these girls each know what the other has experienced. They are inseparable and often become one pile of indiscernible fuzz during their playtime, which of course is all the time. They do battle now and then as most sisters do- Starfox, being hardly 7 months, likes to take bones from Funny Foot. But what little sister isn't obnoxious? And together, they make the tripoms! I would make a band called Hopscotch and the Tripoms or Hopscotch and the Amputees if I...you know. Had time for that. If you can tell them apart, you win a cookie. The cookie is for dogs, though. My rescue dogs. 😉 I don't want to give her up. Honestly, if I am given the chance, I may not give her up. There is no doubt at all that I rescue dogs for a living and the more dogs I keep, the fewer I can rescue. Every dog takes time, energy, food, and above all, space. She is tiny. She doesn't need much space. She doesn't eat much food, she doesn't have a lot of energy. She hardly makes herself noticeable and does not demand attention. She is polite, intelligent, entertaining, adorable, loving, and above all, special. She is one of the most special dogs I have ever and will ever rescue. I love her more than the world itself. I knew this when I rescued her. I want to keep many of my dogs. I know my limits, and really, she doesn't take away from that. But it is for all the reasons that I love her so much, I know someone else would love her just as much. She doesn't take anything away from me, but I as a rescuer take away from her. I don't have the time she deserves to be spoiled. Starfox will always have Hopscotch to be her friend, along with other dogs that come into rescue. She will never be lonely. But Funny Foot wants to be spoiled and loved like a princess, even if she has never asked this of me. She never needed to. She would love to have a very friendly and gentle doggie friend to play with. She loves to play and does not like to be alone. I will be picky with her, as I am allowed to be. I want her to stay near me and in the family. I want to be part of her life for the rest of her life. By applying for her, you must acknowledge that this is part of the contract. She can be adopted within the Los Angeles are or the San Ramon/Danville area of northern California only. She must stay within my family, even if she will not fall asleep with us every night. I love all of my dogs unconditionally and I always stick around for the rest of their lives. But this girl...she is different. That's OK.