Kobe's Turn

Hey Barcie, guess what? I stole your computer and look what I’m doing? I’m blogging!
Barcie goes on and on so I think it's about time I had a turn. I need to tell my story.

I tip the scales at 42 pounds (15 more than Barcie) so I’m a very large whippet. Or as Barcie would say enormous.

I also have a pronounced limp so that passersby can repeatedly say, “did that doggy hurt his paw?”

My life; where should I start? I’m from Wisconsin originally. WRAP brought Barcie and I and all the dogs in the house to the greater Chicago area.  From there I came to Michigan.

I was born with a club foot. This is a condition in which the foot bends up towards the leg; In people it can be corrected with braces, surgery or other techniques.  I'm a dog with a disability, but I don't let it define me.

My original owners showed and bred whippets. I bet most breeders would have “put down” a puppy born with a club foot since I would not have been suitable for showing or er, breeding.  

But, they not only kept me, they had a vet perform corrective surgery. This removed part of my paw and 4 toes, leaving a single toe and nail on the foot. The procedure allowed me to use my leg. Not only can I walk and run, frankly I am a killer typist!

Fact is, holding the foot up in the air with a pathetic demeanor and a winsome look on my face has been a great method for getting handouts. I’m not cute and speedy like Barcie so I need to get by with other attributes.  

Might I just say that as much as I love my sis Barcie, she can be a royal pain. As if the world is hanging on her every word. Seriously girl, do you think you’re Joyce Carol Oates? You write a blog that practically no one reads.

Well, I'm going to help her boost her readership.  So look for more from Yours Truly.
Signed,
Kobe, the big brother