A lot of dogs chase vehicles. It takes a certain amount of skill to catch the damn things. Molly’s run-in with the EMS Ambulance left her bruised and abraded, cut and torn, and suffering a cracked hip-bone. In the picture below you can see some of the damage. You can also see that she has good pain medication and that sometimes a girl just needs to kick back and heal. That gray thing she’s looking at is her bed, and she’s just trying to figure out how to climb aboard in the most painless way possible.
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Glad to hear she’s okay.
Oh, what a sweet looking pup. I am glad to hear she’ll be okay. Maybe she’ll learn to chase things smaller than her?
It’s really, really good to see her too.
Sorry to read about the accident Frank, but it looks like Molly will recover. Mind you, she well may develop a vehicle phobia rather than the desired road phobia.
All the best for all of you.
Either phobia would be fine with me, Stu. I just hope she doesn’t try to figure out what she did wrong the last time she caught an ambulance in order to do it right next time.
Good news, Frank. I’m a firm believer in wisdom through calamitous learning experiences.
Good to dee is recovering Frank
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