Oh No!!!! Leo!!!!

I had told the boss I'd be a bit late in for work this morning as I had to catch horses for the farrier (lucky I did, cause even I couldn't catch that little bastard Smokey for 10 mins when we saw him rock up!)   Roger is lucky last (and very well behaved considering he hates having his feet done, even at 24 yrs old!) and Leo and Vada are busy chewing away on the off cuts of the hoof (it's like doggy chewing gum I swear!)

I go to open the gate for the farrier to leave and Vada comes over to me but Leo has gotten old and deaf and the old bugger doesn't hear me yelling for him, but just as the ute aims towards the gate, he looks up, sees me and starts dawdling towards me, right in front of the frigging ute!!!!  Jesus Christ dog!!!!  He was run completely over by the front wheel, while I'm waving and yelling and running flat out to the ute and he stopped parked with his back wheel on his tail, as I'm yelling "YOU'RE PARKED ON HIM GO BACK, GO BACK!!!!"  Thankfully it seems it was only his tail, (which now hangs limp and dead straight instead of the border collie ring tail he had!) and with blood coming out his mouth, and he got up from under the ute to stagger out, sit down side ways, bite me, snapped at the farrier and I'm saying, "oh god, cut his throat for me!!!  I can't get him in the work truck to get him to the vet and I'm not spending thousands on him, he's 12 and deaf and going blind, just cut his throat for me!!!!"  Well Leo heard that and rallied himself, got up, trotted off without a trace of lameness, went inside, lay down, got back up, came to me, lay down again and didn't look like he was ready to die after all!!!!  He's as sore as buggery this afternoon tho... limping on a front leg, missing a claw on a back foot, broken tail, and trying really hard to NOT cough after a drink, so I'm hoping he hasn't broken ribs, but is just bruised.  Poor old snot!!!

It's been a looooooong day at work that's for sure!  Very glad he'd already had breakfast so he had turmeric and devils claw on board already, and he's just had some more turmeric, calcium and magnesium and a couple of disprin when I got home.  Bloody lucky he's so fluffy and overweight and was in soft springy grass, and SOOOOOO lucky the back wheel didn't go over him cause the amount of steel in the back of a farrier's ute would have crushed the poor wee soul.

He's banished downstairs for now and was going to try to get up the stairs too!!!  But I'll go crash in the spare room downstairs so he can sleep by his mum, cause he NEVER doesn't sleep with his mum and I'm not carrying him up and down the stairs!

So let the healing begin!!!  He didn't want ME doing any on him, but I had been telling him all day to do some self healing...

12 1/2 yrs old, ain't quite time to go yet eh old boy xxx