Here is the sad story about how the wonderful Marmaduke came into my life. A few months back me and my husband stopped at a gas station out of town for gas and drinks. While I was waiting outside this poor little GSD puppy came up to me head down but tail a wagging. I noticed he was dragging his front leg. Also he was severly emaciated and sick looking. I immediately scrounged around the car for him something decent for him to eat. He took with a big kiss on my hand. Then out comes this guy out of the store hollering at me for feeding his dog. We exchange a few "nice" words while he explains why the dog looks like that. So here it goes. The guy bought the dog at 6 weeks (too young) for his gf. She liked him at first then he got old. So the guy said one day he pushed him out the truck, but he thought it just sprained the dogs leg. No big deal he says. That duke just doesn't like food so doesn't eat. So my husband shows up at this point I tell him the story and he says very nicely the man that he can either hand the dog over to me or we can call the authorities to sort it out, after alittle arguing he hands over the dog. After we get back to town we head to the vet thinking it'll be ok just some xrays and a splint. We couldn't believe what the vet told us. He was about 4 months old and had his leg broke 6 weeks prior, with three broke ribs, ear infection, worms, and mange. Then the worst news came there was too much infection in the leg, it had turned black and ice cold, we had too amputate from the knee down. Here we are two months later and you'd never of known he had a past like that. He's as happy as can be and one of the best dogs I've ever known. He can even dig and shake with his little nub, and I guarantee he could probaly outrun most dogs on four legs on his three. sorry so long and thanks for reading.