I don't think there is (except maybe hold a pencil). Case in point: this dog got hit by a car, then checked himself into St. Francis hospital (how apropos):
Tokio, an 8-month-old boxer, had just been hit on S. 16th St. by a car that sped away.
Rather than hide somewhere and lick his wounds, he limped through the doors of St. Francis Hospital - that's St. Francis as in friend to all animals, but also St. Francis as in we mostly treat humans here.
And he collapsed in front of the registration desk, a few feet from the saint's statue.
He had to get through two sets of automatic doors to get to the front desk. Remarkably, Tokio had only cuts and bruises; no broken bones, no internal injuries. (Link via Bud Norton, via The Anomalist.)
Dogs can also raise children, apparently:
A Mowgli-like wild boy who appears to have been raised by a dog since he was three months old has been discovered living in a remote part of Siberia seven years after he was abandoned by his parents.
Andrei Tolstyk was discovered three weeks ago by social workers who wondered why the seven-year-old had not enrolled at his local school in the beautiful Siberian region of Altai.
Deprived of human contact for so long, Andrei could not talk and had adopted many dog-like traits, including walking on all fours, biting people, sniffing his food before he ate it and general feral behaviour.
I meet and talk to a lot of people on a daily basis, and, frankly, I don't think the dog did any worse than most parents. In fact, we have a shorthand note we use at work (which reminds me, I need to update my bio; I don't practice law anymore): "rbw," as in "raised by wolves." That's how we tag the rude, abrupt, obnoxious and unfriendly. The aforementioned Bud Norton uses it at his firm whenever someone eats someone else's food out of the refrigerator or otherwise leaves an unholy mess in the common kitchen (he also feels most of his neighbors are rbw, but those hilarious tales are his to tell).