While I said I am a cat person (see previous post), truth be told, there is a dog in my life.  Her name is Lola, a black and white rat terrier/chihuahua mix.  She is my brother's dog, and she comes over to the house quite frequently.  And if Kyle, my bro, is not there, I am easily the boss of Lola...she sits with me while I am on the computer, follows directions (as much as a Lola can), and follows me around the house.

Last night she was hit by a car around midnight.  Kyle was cycling home with her, she lost direction and ran in front of a car.  There must have been some external forces working to save that dog.  I was calling Kyle, as he had just left his keys over at my house.  He picked up frantically asking for me to pick them up...the accident had just happened seconds before.  Later he confessed that he thought I had called because he thought I had heard Lola's scream when she was hit.  I was able to get to them in minutes.

I got her in the car, and he cycled to my house to leave his bike.  We rushed her to 24 hour emergency and after 2 hours of waiting, x-rays showed no internal damage or broken bones.  She remained overnight for observation, given IV fluids, antibiotics, and stuff for pain.  We saw her before we left.  She was actually wagging her tail.  She will be under observation for the rest of the day, but we are out of the woods and the worst of it is behind us.  She should be ok...she is one lucky pooch.

Thanks for listening...I just needed to get that out.  Phew...shaken, not stirred.