New puppy saga

My ancient nonpurposely bred male dog, Opus, has been depressed without my previous SO's pug around, so having moved back into my house with a dog door and giant yard, I schlepped to the Humane Society to look for a second dog. Just to LOOK, you see. Like anyone ever goes there without falling in love with a dog. My coworkers and I had been over the Web site, so I was looking for a cute Beagle named Billy. Instead this creature became The One. She ran up to the cage door and looked super cute. So I inquired about her and found out her back left leg has to be amputated. Trust me to choose the three-legged mutt with cockeyed ears. She is VERY sweet. She's still at the Humane Society, so I go visit her. Her name is Peaches, which is dumb, so I plan to name her Banjo. On account of all those old-timey photos of the guy playing the banjo with a peg leg.

I'm not all that patient. I want her leg fixed and her to be home, not necessarily in that order. It's not causing her apparent distress right now. She seems to have forgotten she HAS a back left leg. So that's good. I'm excited...