because Roxy (one of our 10 month old puppies) was hiding under my mini cooper and I was backing out of the driveway when I heard a yelp and caught her racing into the house (pushing open the back door screen) and I found her curled up into a trembling ball on her dog bed. Her brother Otis paced back and forth like the nervous overprotective sibling he is and I examined her wounds and called the pet emergency clinic and described the injuries and the shaking and they said to bring her in. Which might not seem like an easy thing to do but I was home alone and she weighs 60 lbs. and every time I tried to get her out the door she ran to another corner of the family room. Finally, about a half an hour later, I managed to get her to the back of the station wagon and opened the hatch and lifted her up and then just as I was making headway the hatchback slammed down on my head and Roxy's claws gashed into my thigh drawing blood. By then my son had come home from his friend's house and we drove her to the clinic and waited for two hours only to be told there were too many emergencies to get to her until at least a couple of hours. We left her and I kept calling to check on her and they said they thought she'd be okay but wouldn't know for sure. So of course I didn't sleep AT ALL and woke early and called and the vet said, "I think she's fine. She's been running around playing and wagging her tail since she woke up."

And now? She's home resting comfortably right next to me and I'm still shaking.