Last week at the river....

we were getting ready to go home, when a ute (utility truck) came up the track.

Speeding, actually.

SHE grabbed Dui, who loves to go with the

naughty dogs to chase trucks,

and Roxy who occasionally goes along as a spectator.

The naughty ones ran at the truck, and our

friend Kelly was with them. She doesn't usually chase things.

No one quite knows exactly what happen, but

Kelly was hit.

She screamed....a horrible sound!

The driver didn't even stop until he got up near

our group, then said oh was that a dog I hit?

He wasn't very caring, surprising as he had two dogs on the back of his truck.

Anyway, poor Kelly managed to get back to her ute,

blood pouring out of her mouth and eyes.

She didn't look good.

Ron, her owner, who will be 90 next week, though distraught

went straight to the Vet.

We followed a bit later,

Kelly was on the truck by herself.

So SHE pulled up and cuddled Kelly until Ron came out to get her.

Poor Kelly was a mess.

SHE thought it was the last time we'd see Kelly.

Her jaw was broken in three places, and she was badly concussed

with bleeding on the brain. 

The Vet managed to bolt the hinges of the jaw and bring the two sides together in the front aligning her teeth before wiring the jaw together.  She showed no signs of brain damage.

Monday, she was allowed home.  She has to be handfed but actually looks okay.

Kelly today.

Her right leg has been smashed and is the worst of her problems now.  It'll be awhile before she's back at the river.

We're so glad that Old Ron still has his Mate.