When my wife came home from jogging this morning and went to the neighbors house who was gardening outside. I let our littlest dog run outside to them. After that, I decided to let our bigger (25lbs) dog outside to do the same. She ran right over to them too. She's been notorious for exploring places and wandering off. I walk over to hold her collar so she won't wonder off. She wiggled around and escaped from me. I thought she'd be fine because she just runs from house to house smelling doorsteps. She never has crossed a street.
Anyways, my wife goes and chases after her. Our dog and my wife are now down the block at the corner. I hear my wife scream at the top of her lungs "Millie!" A speeding car swerves and I hear my dog let out a loud high-pitched yelp. I just about fell to the ground. Some of our neighbors came outside. At this point, I didn't know if she got hit or not, but the neighbors down the street came to help and yelled towards me that she was running my direction. She ran into my garage and was whining with blood pouring down her legs. I pick her up and feel her leg to see if anything was broken. I took her upstairs and put her in the bath to wash the blood off. I then go to my computer to search for the nearest vet. I go back into the bathroom where my dog was. The look in her eyes told me that I need to get to the vet FAST. We hop in the car and fly to the vet. They take her in right away to do X-rays. The vet then asked if they have the "ok" to recessitate her if something were to happen. That made my heart drop into my stomach. After 3 hours of waiting and my wife crying she comes out with bandages wrapping her legs. Nothing was broken, but she tore some skin on her legs off. $563 later, she's back home and drugged out of her mind.
It would be a very bad day if I lost her. She's my first dog and we rescued her from the shelter. We're best buds. The weird thing is, when we first adopted her she would stop before crossing a street and look both ways. She doesn't anymore.
I didn't see my dog get hit. But my wife was close. From her perspective, my dog was running across the street and saw the car coming at the last minute. She stopped and slid a ways and smacked the side of the cars wheel bouncing off. I don't think her legs were run over. The bastard in the car didn't even stop.
Anyways, my wife goes and chases after her. Our dog and my wife are now down the block at the corner. I hear my wife scream at the top of her lungs "Millie!" A speeding car swerves and I hear my dog let out a loud high-pitched yelp. I just about fell to the ground. Some of our neighbors came outside. At this point, I didn't know if she got hit or not, but the neighbors down the street came to help and yelled towards me that she was running my direction. She ran into my garage and was whining with blood pouring down her legs. I pick her up and feel her leg to see if anything was broken. I took her upstairs and put her in the bath to wash the blood off. I then go to my computer to search for the nearest vet. I go back into the bathroom where my dog was. The look in her eyes told me that I need to get to the vet FAST. We hop in the car and fly to the vet. They take her in right away to do X-rays. The vet then asked if they have the "ok" to recessitate her if something were to happen. That made my heart drop into my stomach. After 3 hours of waiting and my wife crying she comes out with bandages wrapping her legs. Nothing was broken, but she tore some skin on her legs off. $563 later, she's back home and drugged out of her mind.
It would be a very bad day if I lost her. She's my first dog and we rescued her from the shelter. We're best buds. The weird thing is, when we first adopted her she would stop before crossing a street and look both ways. She doesn't anymore.
I didn't see my dog get hit. But my wife was close. From her perspective, my dog was running across the street and saw the car coming at the last minute. She stopped and slid a ways and smacked the side of the cars wheel bouncing off. I don't think her legs were run over. The bastard in the car didn't even stop.
