Poor Baby Molly :(

Molly is my precious, baby love, puppy-dog.  She's really like my third sister.  She just turned 16 years old on April 10.  We got her when I was nine.  Maggie was 4 when we got her- and now Maggie is a sophomore in college. 

My dad sent this picture to my phone today- and I immediately called him to see what the what was on poor Molly's back leg.  Yup, that's a cast.  A teeny-tiny dog cast. And a bloody little paw.  Apparently Dad may or may not (but did) run over baby Molly's leg with his car.  She had a bloody little foot and was hobbling around, so they took her to the vet and Dr. Perky (yes, real name of our vet for the past 16 years) put a little cast on her leg to stabilize it because she probably sprained it.

I wish I could be with my little muffin right now! 

UPDATE:

Dad just sent this e-mail to my sisters and me: It pretty much sums up (1) my dad (2) our relationship, and (3) his humor.

Subject: Molly Got in the Way

Here is a picture of mollys leg in a cast. She got behind my car this week as I was backing out and I hit her.  sorry girls. But dr perky feels she will fully recover.
Love dad. Happy saturday.