Miles here. My mom, Dawn, is moving slower than I did when I lost my leg, so I thought I’d better update all of you on how she’s doing. On Tuesday, she hooked up the truck and stock trailer and she invited ME! I was sooo happy to get to go for a ride with my face in the wind. As most of you know, I HATE being left behind. When she leaves me, I really think I’m going to die and she’ll never come back.
We got to her friend’s ranch and I saw them get Whiskey, our bull, and put a halter on him and walk him into the trailer. I was sooo excited to see him again that I squeeeeeezed out the cracked window and flew through the air to the ground so that I could go say hi! Mom scolded me and put me back in the truck. She said something about how lucky I am to not break my front leg when I do that. But sometimes I can’t help myself.
When Mom and I got back to our farm, Mom made me get out and put me in the yard with Gramma so that I’d be out of the way. I get excited around Whiskey and the cows. I like to bark at them when they get excited and she says they could hurt me, but I think I could take them. I watched out the window and Mom got the halter and went in the trailer and the next thing I heard was Mom screaming and Whiskey was ramming her like the cowboys in the rodeos. Only Mom didn’t have a clown to help! Gramma made a fast phone call while Mom was screaming in the trailer and a car pulled up that said S-H-E-R-I-F-F K-9 on the side. There was a dog inside! Dogs to the rescue-of course! But the men got out with a rifle and ran to my Mom and left the dog in the car, poor guy. He must have a problem like I do. Stupid humans just don’t realize that We Can Help!
When the men got to the trailer, Mom was outside of it and Whiskey was inside, but she looked Broken and Whiskey looked fine, thank goodness they didn’t shoot him. Then a LOT of vehicles showed up with pretty flashing lights on top. It was a Pawty! And they put Mom on a board and carried her around like Crowd Surfing or something, but there was no music? Then Mom left with the men and the dog. Thank goodness Gramma was with me, Mom forgot about ME!
She came home the next morning and isn’t moving so well. There’s been people here all day, every day, taking care of her. Just like when I got my leg cut off. I wish I could help her. I like all the company, everyone pets me and talks to me and I get to be with Mom 24 hours a day and she never leaves me now. They said that her chest was crushed and she needs another MRI, had a cat scan and xrays or something? And her knee has compression fractures, a torn ACL, and cracked ribs. She is on the same medications that I was on! And she has to have surgery. I know what that’s like. I feel badly for Mom but she’s in really good spirits. She tells me that I’m her inspiration. That I overcame much worse and I never complained, so she’s going to try to be like me.
If she hadn’t put me in the yard, I could have protected her from that bull Whiskey. If only she knew that. She said something about the cow being in “heat” and she didn’t know it, but it’s wasn’t even hot out that day, so I think she’s just confused….
So, don’t worry about Mom, I’ll take good care of her!
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