My girl fell on Monday and Mom had to take her to the hoss-pit-a-bull.
She had one of her dizzy spells and fell down and hit her head….
and where was I, you might ask…. well…. I hate to admit it but….
I was …. ummmmm…..
chasing the kitties watching the kitties. Yea, thats it.
In my defense my girl didn’t let me know she was going downstairs, she said she was feeling fine.
As soon as she yelled for mom I went running down to see what was up ( I even pushed Mom out of the way).
Well it certainly wasn’t my girl… infact she was down.
I knew she was pretty bad off and I couldn’t figure out if I should help her up or make her stay down there on the floor.
She asked for my help up so I did help her…. I just knew she needed to get to mom fast so I tried to fly up the stairs with her.
She wasn’t moving so fast though, Once she was up the stairs I helped hold her up so she wouldn’t fall again.
I then helped her to the chair and watched over her closely. She was tired and Mom kept trying to keep her awake.
Mom even called Mema so I knew it was bad…. see Mema use to work on people in an am-bee-lance van.
Mema told mom to take her to the hoss-pit-a-bull….. I didn’t want mom to take her there… it sounded scary and mom said I would have to stay home with dad!! Not that dad’s a bad guy or anything infact he is quit fun but I knew my girl needed me.
After what seemed like days ( it was only really a couple of hours) my girl came back home…. the doctors said she was fine.
Humphhh what do they know??? So I had to check her out from head to toe!! Ok, she was fine just a little sore.
I haven’t let my girl out of my sight since… I am sure not going to let that happen again!!
I’ll just let the silly smokey dog go chasing the kitties from now on.