I am a chocolate coloured labrador. I was thrown on the streets at around two and a half years of age because I had severe displasia. I was found by my mom living by a rubbish dumpster and eating from there. I also was full of magotts and berne flies (more than 50). My mom didn't have any room for me at the time and her financial situation was difficult. So she tried to feed me and treat my infested sores in the street. This didn't work because a group of people kept beating me up. So I moved to a new part of the streets. My mom was worried and looked for me for six weeks and when she finally found me I could hardly walk anymore. She immediately put me in her car and took me home with her. She said she couldn't bare to see me living like this and I would surely die, if we didn't do something about my legs. I fell over a lot and had great difficulty walking. She nursed me back to health and then took me to the vets for xrays on my hips to see exactly what the problem was. I had displasia in both hips and the vet said it was the worst case he had ever seen. I is very expensive to do a hip replacement, so she opted for a different surgery that involves cutting off the head of the femur and creating a new articulation. First one side then the other was operated on. I have gained a lot of wait because I am a greedy lab, but hey! I am happy now. I still walk all lopsided, but I don"t have any more pain and I won't end up paralysed for life.