I woke up this morning just like any other morning. I fed Spook then got in the shower. I finished getting ready for work then put Spook and George outside for the day. About 8:00 a.m. this morning I got a phone call from a number I didn't know. So I answered and the strange voice at the other end of the line asked, "Do you have a black dog?" My heart stopped I replied yes. He said he just got hit by a car. I told him where I lived he said he's at the end of my road laying in the grass. I jumped in my car and sped off like Richard Petty. I hadn't made it very far and I got a call from Rogers Animal Control saying they were taking him to the local vet. I arrived at the vet expecting the worse. To my relief spook was laying on the table breathing hard but somewhat ok. The diagnosis right now is a small brake on the pelvis, but he will be doing x-rays at noon. I left the vet to go home to see how he got out and the gate was open. I don't know if spook jumped and unlatched the gate or if someone opened it. I'll be putting a lock on the gate from now on. I know everyone on here are dog lovers so I ask as you read this to say a short prayer that everything else will checks out ok and that he has a speedy and healthy recovery. Never thought I'd tear up over a K-9, especially one I've only had a year. Boy was I wrong.
Thanks for the support,