Not being a mom, rather a 'dog mom', I cannot claim the maternal bond with my dogs that parents have with their children. However, when something happens to threaten their safety or well being I can turn into Worried Momma with the best of them. Today I experienced just such a event when all else ceases to exist and nothing in the world is more important than kissing a boo-boo better or worst case: driving to the vet like a crazy person.
I was *sure* her leg was broken. She hit so hard, was going so fast and now her leg was dangling uselessly. There was a little cut on her stifle that gave me pause but as I felt up and down her leg I could feel no break, no looseness in the joint, no flinch of pain as I manipulated the limb. I put her on lead while we re-grouped with the other dogs (who had been amusing themselves with no concern at all for broken Leeloo) and I checked the pole for what might have been cut her... which was nothing. The pole is just that, a smooth regular everyday pole. Shrug. She limped a little to start but by the time we entered the school field she was totally sound and wanting to go off and run with the other dogs. I gave her a few more minutes of rest before letting her go and watching carefully for any sign of lameness. Not a stitch. She's one tough cookie that bitch.