Sorry, let me go on. I had the dogs up on the bar stool with me and Harley fell off and hit his head and just cried and cried! He wouldn't walk, wouldn't stand up or anything. I'm running around hollering "We're going to the vet!" Husband is like, wait a few minutes and let's see. So there's Harley, laying on the bed, all limp and pitiful. Husband says "hey babies, wanna go bye-bye?" Harley jumps up, jumps off the bed and runs for the door! He was milking it for all he was worth!! So, not every fall warrants a vet visit, sometimes a little time will take care of it. Of course, if time doesn't then to the vet we go. Sadly, Harley is gone now, but he sure was a baby. |