My breeder could have euthanized me at birth but he just couldn't do it. But after having me around for 9 months, he felt he was running out of options. Who would want a deformed dog? And the vet bills to fix me would be much too large. Not to mention I had to have been an embarrasment to keep around when he had other litters to try and advertise.
No, my deformity was not genetic. I was born this way but it was a fluke thing. Two veteranarians agreed to that fact. But people still judge...
That's when John and Janet Ford decided to take me home. Redbone breeders themselves, it was strange to figure out why. Let's just say Janet has a love for the underdog. That's me! ... the underdog! She said that there had to be a purpose for my life. She wants to help me find it. I think I'll call her Mom.
My name is Bo Diddly. I was born with a deformity of my left front leg. That leg only goes just past the elbow and the paw attached has no bone or cartilage. It is like an empty sock puppet. My other front leg became seriously bowed due to the demand placed upon it to keep me up and moving. In this blog, I will be documenting my journey towards a future of purpose.
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