Three Legged Red: It was a sunny summer day when I first met Port. Outside I heard the distinct sound of an animal in distress. It took only moments to realize what was happening across the field from my house - a young puppy had fallen into harm's way and was being attacked by another dog. I ran to the scene, broke up the fight and found that the puppy was very badly injured. Instinctively, I wrapped him up and took him to the veterinarian, and although the puppy had lost a leg, he had found a home. With only three legs and two on the port side, I named him Port and he was my best friend. - ES Dunham, Founder.