IDK. She's so good in so many ways. She's nearly perfect. I just can't trust her where she isn't enclosed somehow, somewhere. And she just LOVES to run! I know she was playing with me but simply didn't know what cars can do.

I didn't realize that I was traumatized until this afternoon. Jerry and I drove on the street where she was hit and I felt the horror even worse today than I felt it last night. Coming home just now, I couldn't bear to look at the place. It's not like she bled there or anything. She doesn't have a scratch on her.

Today I can laugh at how she knew exactly where I was and how fast she came to me yiping all the way. She got as close as she could to my chair and sat as if on command, still yiping. She didn't stop until I rubbed her leg to see if any bones where sticking out.

Then the looks Jerry and I were getting this morning when we got up, as if to say, "Why did you guys hurt me so bad??? I'm pouting, can't you see?" LOL Poor baby! Dingy dog! But it's her dinginess that I love so much. Mercy! When she gets to running like that, she's got a smile on her face of pure joy! Her whole face lights up and you can see the mischief in her eyes. LOL It cost her last night.

Like I said, kids and dogs!