I'm walking along a road with my dogs. As a car comes, I call to my dogs and try to gather them up, but the car turns sharply - as if on purpose - running over one of Sydney's front legs.

Her leg starts squirting blood and I run over there, taking a shirt or something to wrap around her foot and stop the bleeding, yelling to someone to get the car and get ready to take her to the vet. But then her foot looks ok, just a little swollen, and she even forgets about it and runs to bark at somebody.