Eventually I left my bedroom and wandered outside. I would sit on our back porch and watch the world go by. I soon noticed a stray dog with only three legs. He was wandering around, homeless and appeared to be very hungry. I watched him for awhile before deciding to try feeding him. Soon, I brought out some meat and placed it about twenty feet from where I was sitting. The dog approached the food hesitantly, uncertain about me and the food, but when he realized he was safe, he quickly gobbled it down.
He was a fairly large dog, with a short golden coat. He resembled the breed now called a Goldador, a cross between a Golden Retriever and a Labrador Retriever. His right front leg appeared to have been amputated and I was told by neighbors he had previously been shot in the leg. No one seemed to know what had happened after he was shot, but he was now running wild in our neighborhood. I decided I was going to attempt to befriend him. I started by giving him the name "Tramp".
I bought some dog food and early every evening I would place it out near our back porch. Tramp would appear each evening, guarded but hungry and he would eat the food. Each day I would move the food closer to where I was sitting on the porch. Tramp was moving forward and seemed to be gaining trust that I would not hurt him.
I had finally reached the point where I was trying to get Tramp to eat from my hand, when he suddenly quit appearing. I scanned the neighborhood looking for him but didn't see him. I repeated this action for several days, hoping to find him.
Finally, someone told me what had happened to Tramp. It seems that there had been a rabies scare. The Military Police were catching and destroying all of the homeless dogs. I was told that Tramp had been part of the round up of dogs and that Tramp had been shot and killed. I was devastated.