That title is not referring to me, it's to my black lab, Cracker. I took my dogs, Sheba and Cracker, over to play with Mace at my parents' house last night. I left them for a few hours, and when Meg and I came back to pick them up they were gone. Mace was still there, and Riley and Kole had seen my dogs an hour and a half before, but my dogs were gone, somehow. We drove around looking for them, whistling my whistle they recognize just hoping they were still around. As I was driving Meg told me she was saying a prayer. We had driven up and down mom and dad's street and as I came up past their house to the top of the street, I was going to turn right and check down in the Ivory Homes behind their house but something told me to go left instead. I went up past the old white church to the new secondary water pond, showed it to Meg and turned around. Coming back down the road just past the blue silos a car was pulled over and I saw Cracker sitting funny on the side of the road and the lady driving the car told us she had hit him pretty hard with her car.
Meg was crying and scared but he wasn't acting like a dog who dies from a car crash; I have seen those kind of dogs in my life. Apparently there is a pet Urgent Care in Orem so I scooped him up and put him in my back seat, as he was in a lot of pain. Sheba had showed up so she was in the back of my truck and we took off. I got to the Urgent Care and they ended up sedating him and taking some X-rays and found 3 fractures in his hips. My options were to pay $2500 to put in screws and a plate or to let him heal. Guess which one I took? They say he'll probably be fine in 4-5 days and gave me some pain meds and antibiotics/anti-inflammatories for him and we'll have to monitor. Man, I am attached to this little idiot; he has hiked all over these mountains with me and the kids adore him. I hope he pulls through, tough little bugger.
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