My mother heard Pierce's cry. Realizing he had suffered a horrible injury; she called for my father. They pulled towels off of the clothes line to wrap Pierce's leg. They placed Pierce in the back of the pick-up truck. My mother climbed in the back of the truck with Pierce, as my Dad rushed to the vets.

Pierce did lose his leg but thanks to the attentive doctors, his life was saved. We are all very grateful for the kindness and care they showed to Pierce, and to my parents.

Pierce was back at home in just five days. He showed no problem adjusting to his new status as a "tripod". He is doing things now that he never did before the accident. He likes to climb on top of his big dog house and sit. It is a cute site! Our vet indicated that since Pierce was so young when he lost his leg, that he would not remember ever having four legs. This seems to be true. He is a happy, loved and treated like a "King" by everyone in the family.