Photo A Day - Day 7 - Shadow

I didn't do yesterday's because the prompt was lunch, and I hate food.

Our dog had a birthday yesterday, kinda. She became part of our family 2 years ago on Good Friday. It was an interesting morning. The kids loved her instantly, and showered her with hugs and kisses.

We were all in the back yard checking out her kennel and Hubby clipped her onto her chain to see how far it stretched and exactly how much of the yard she had access to while still on her chain. As she walked across the lawn, her chain crossed the path where Princess, then 5, was walking. She fell in a limp heap. I was on the phone at the time, talking to my mother as I sat on the back step, and looked up in time to see Hubby rush across and pick Princess up off the ground. He was saying "Stand up, don't be silly, stand up" and trying to put her back onto her feet, but she was still limp. Then suddenly, he turned her so he could see her face. I couldn't see her face, but I could see his, and it was enough to make me drop the phone and run down the path to my beautiful daughter.

Hubby had switched immediately into first aid mode, and had her lying on her back. Her eyes were glassy and cold, her teeth were clenched and her arms were rigid as she held them up by her head. She was having what looked like a seizure. Seconds later she blinked, her eyes focused again and she started crying.

We rushed her to the hospital, where they looked her over and found nothing wrong with her. They thought she probably had just fainted, although to this day I've not been able to understand how a child could faint with teeth clenched and eyes wide open but unseeing. But she was fine, because she was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed chatting away loudly and fidgeting with everything in sight. An ambulance officer who walked past thought she was so cute, and felt so sorry for her when she told him about her new dog and what had happened that he went away and came back with a soft toy dog for her. She still has it, and treasures it.

So when Good Friday rolled around, and I said "hey it's the dog's birthday" Hubby's answer was the same as the year before: "That's right, and it was the day Princess got knocked out and we had to rush her to the hospital." The poor dog. We love her really. But it was a terrifying day we'd really rather forget. It's OK though. Sunday's coming.