
They thought three legs meant I was slow.
That was their first mistake. π
Based on true events… at least according to the dog.
Hi, I’m Jake.
You may have noticed I’m missing a leg.
People ask how it happened all the time.
Maybe someday I’ll tell you…
But honestly, I think it’s more fun to let everyone imagine the adventure.Β π
Now, here’s what my foster family didn’t know…
They thought I was this sweet, lovable little guy who couldn’t move very fast.
That…
Was my secret weapon.
One day, my foster dad took me outside for what he thought would be a quick potty break.
I looked back over my shoulder…
Made eye contact…
And thought…
“Today’s the day.”
πΒ I TOOK OFF!
Three legs.
Full speed.
Wind in my ears.
Freedom!
Behind me, I could hear my foster dad doing his very best impression of an Olympic sprinter.
Spoiler alert…
He wasn’t winning.
Eventually, I decided the adventure had been exciting enough, so I stopped and let him catch up.
When we finally got home, my foster dad looked at my foster mom, still trying to catch his breath, and said…
“I can’t believe the neighbors just watched me get outrun by a three-legged dog!”
She just smiled and replied…
“I told you he was fast.”Β π
She wasn’t wrong.
β€οΈΒ Love, Jake

