So I am driving home from a jam-packed staff meeting that I had to leave early from to get the kiddos from daycare. Farm Guy calls letting me know that our dog, Bear, has been hit. We have 3 dogs. Bear has been our dog since I rescued him nearly 8 years ago after his momma had been hit right outside of my school. The other 2 dogs have been dumped upon us and we are big, fat suckers and can't say no. So, Jackie the Cow (our newest and to be honest, least favorite dog) was home and fine. Bear, our favorite dog, my HUSBAND'S FARM DOG, was home but hurt. Those of you with farming husbands understand the importance of the farm dog. Daisy, our middle dog, is still missing. Needless to say, it's pretty somber around here tonight. We called the vet and were told to keep Bear warm, get him some liquids and an aspirin for the pain. He was able to walk into the mudroom and has been doing a bit better. Farm Guy will take him in to be seen in the a.m. We are hoping that Daisy has been taken to a shelter somewhere, but who knows?
This is Tractor Boy with Jackie the Cow last summer.
I am slightly embarassed that I don't have a better picture of Bear, but kids tend to hog the camera. Bear is the brown dog, not the angry black cow.