We were having a lovely run around on Dartmoor (well, I was having a run and Owner was walking) - just like today when we went to the same place. I did a lot of to-ing...
...and fro-ing (Does my bum look big in this?!):
On our travels we met a lovely Border Terrier who I thought would like to have a sniff and a bit of a play.
Turns out that the lovely BT was actually a grump & didn't want to say hello. She snapped at me and chased me off (I know! I was surprised too!). Then a weird thing happened - her humans called me over "Milly come here", so over there I went. Grumpy BT went too. Then grumpy BT snapped at me again & chased me right off the path and down the hill. I ran up back up to the path & kept going at full pelt. This was my view:
You can imagine that it seemed nothing out of the ordinary to just run straight ahead, especially with a little whipper snapper at your heels and tail!
My next view was this:
Yikes! Too late!
Owner had gone ahead thinking I'd catch her up when I'd finished larking around. The next thing she heard was a gasp from the other 2 humans and then nothing.
This was me sitting at the top of the bridge today - it's really high isn't it?!
I heard Owner say "Is there a drop there?" because from her angle you couldn't see a drop (tell me about it!). Then I heard Owner say a rude word & saw her rush down the side of the bank towards me.
I was lying on the ground just beyond the rocks you can see in the photo. My leg hurt so badly I couldn't move, whimper, or even open my eyes. Owner thought I was dead already. Then she was thinking of head injuries, and internal ruptured "this, that & the other".
The other 2 humans were really kind. The lady put her jacket around me and the man spoke to someone on his iBone. Even the grumpy BT came over and gave me a sniff. Apparently she's called Milly. Well I wasn't to know the humans were calling Milly with a "y" and not an "ie" was I?
The man knew a local farmer who came out with his Landrover. While we were waiting for the emergency transportation to arrive, Owner knelt down next to me and was stroking me and saying nice things just as if we were on the sofa together at home.
When the farmer arrived he scooped me up and into to back of the vehicle to drive me & Owner back to our car. Owner could see that my right hind leg was broken but she was still thinking about all the "this, that & the others" that might be wrong.
When we went back today, I took a more sensible route down the bank!
As it was a Sunday and my usual vet was closed I had to go to the nearest vet hospital. Don't tell @WMPcsidogsmithy, but I think Owner might have driven a bit faster than she should have to get me to the hospital!
Good job it was just a Dartmoor Bridge and not the Rainbow Bridge I went over!