She's a stinker

My dog Cali is a real stinker. This is the same dog who had surgery twice this year to fix her torn ACL. On Saturday morning at 8:30 a.m. she shot out of my car and with her sister (Zoe, who is normally a girl scout of a dog) in hot pursuit ran into the street directly into traffic. She was hit by a pickup truck and it was the most horrific thing I have ever witnessed. The truck stopped as did his workmate who was in a second truck behind him. The second guy and I carried an unconscious Cali, heavily bleeding from the mouth and nose and put her right back into my car. Poor freaked out Zoe was shoved into the house. I was completely convinced that Cali was not alive and the other guy thought so as well. The guy who hit her apologized a million times and I kept telling him that it was not his fault in any way that avoiding her would have been impossible. I shakily drove as fast as I could to the emergency vet clinic. During the drive Cali regained consciousness and due to the bleeding I could hear her loud and ragged breathing. I kept calling back to her "Keep breathing Cali!" This is the human first aid training that I've had, and I'm not sure how useful it is for dogs.

Now, days later, she has been transferred to the Vet teaching hospital here in town and may undergo surgery today to repair skull and jaw fractures. She is walking (which she didn't do for two days) and delighted to see me every time I go in for a visit. She wants OUT of the kennel and needs to be much more careful with her messed up head. She is in love with the student assigned to her case and everyone at the hospital seems to like her. She is far from out of the woods but I am amazed at her spirit.