We are about halfway through the masked heeler's journey of recovery. Had another vet appointment this afternoon, and again they are happy with her progress.

Got the second vet again today. Kira freaked out when he came into the examination room, making a hard pull for the exit.

See, this is the guy who shot staples into her butt. Her sacred butt.

She remembers him.

His basic advice? Let her walk as much as she feels comfortable doing.

Okay. More trips to the post office.

As we stepped out the vet's outside door, I heard a thump and squealing brakes. And knew what I would see when I looked up.

A large tan dog down on the asphalt across the intersection. A pickup with its brake lights on.

The dog got up and hobbled off the road towards the car shop. One hip not working. Only made it to the shoulder.

Man comes running out the garage door yelling "OH NO! Oh no."

Remember that feeling.

Oh yes. Another journey starting. Went back in to let the vet's wife, who was serving as receptionist today, know that a dog was just run over out front and would probably be coming in.

Back outside, there were three vehicles stopped. Can't leave the masked heeler unattended, and they probably do not need me anyway. A little girl came running out of the garage.

Hope theirs is as lucky as ours.