|Roxy Doxy enjoying her Easter outfit 2010|
Sometimes I overuse sarcasm and hyperbole in my storytelling for dramatic and humorous effect. It's fun to get your goat, and you fellow chicken-wingers, are kind to follow along.
Today, I relate to you a dog-story as truthfully as I can. What really happened?? You tell me.
|Practicing water safety at the Lake last summer|
|Enjoying Veteran's Day from her 'watchdog perch'|
The Texan appears from his shower and tells me, 'The Doxy got run over by a truck!' He is clearly shaken, and I request he repeat it for me. 'The Doxy got run over!'
'How is this possible, as I am holding the wiener and she is alive?' Smelly, shaken...but alive.
He explains, voice cracking, that the watchdog wiener spied a cat from her perch in the window. I'll not go into all the gory details, but suffice it to say the dog got out...chased the cat into the busy street in front of our house and he thought he saw a truck run over her. In his horror, he ran into the street and scooped her up from the asphalt. He reported she was stiff....eyes open, but unresponsive. She was not responding to his voice. He laid her on our bed while he called the vet. As he observed her, she seemed to be getting less stiff and more alert so he told the vet he was going to watch her. He jotted down the 24 hour emergency animal hospital number.
She was getting better even though there appeared to be a little blood mixed with urine/or saliva? on the sheet. Was she bleeding anywhere?...he couldn't see anything. Was anything broken or any leg poking the wrong direction? No. She continued to improve until I came home and she walked up to me.
|Ringing in 2011|
|Roxy Doxy loves America|
I put Doxy in bed with me (like usual) and laid awake waiting for her to convulse and die. She did not. We just got checked out by the vet. The nice veteranarian asked that I work on better restraining my dog and she gave me some light pain meds for soreness. She found nothing amiss.
|This little dog keeps me engaged politically|
What really happened? Was she hit, or not?
Me?....I'm treating it as a miracle. An Easter Doxy resurrection! Strike up the Hallelujah Chorus! I am over the moon for a small, smelly sausage-y miracle.
Hope you recognize your miracle today. Hal-la-LOO-ya love to all.