A few nights ago our dog, Caesar, was hit by a car. My dad heard the impact from inside the house while my mom watched my dog fly into the air. She was pretty hysterical and told my dad he must help Caesar--she couldn't bare to see him.
But this is no ordinary dog. He's a trooper, and he hobbled back to the front door on his own. We thought Caesar would suffer from internal bleeding or broken bones, but he seems to lack both--and is now doing very well. My mom says this was the best Christmas present, and I'd have to agree.
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