Scary Fall

Jasmine and I were coming down the stairs this morning when she tripped, went sliding down the stairs (about 6 stairs) and across the small tiled landing below.  She hit the baby gate against the wall and scrambled away, narrowly missing the gate that came crashing down. I screamed “Jasmine” as she ran away.

I was SO afraid that she hurt her back again. I followed her into the family room and she was nowhere in sight. She finally emerged from behind the recliner, very reluctant to leave the safety of the small, dark space. I called her several times and she finally came out and went outside with me. After we came inside, she was very skittish and quiet. She went back to her bed in the family room and plopped down. She was sheepish.

I fixed her breakfast and called her. No excitement. She finally came into the kitchen and sat on the rug in front of the sink. She didn’t eat. This was worrying me even more.  She finally ate her breakfast and went back to her bed in the family room. I left and ran some errands, and when I got back, she didn’t run to greet me. Oh, bad sign. I was really getting concerned that she was hurting in some way. I finally coaxed her out of her bed with the usual “Have you been a good girl? Would you like a bone?” routine.  She ran around with a waggy tail as usual. *whew* What a relief.

I’m going to keep an eye on her all day and evening to make sure that she is okay, but I think my screaming made her more skittish than anything. Poor baby.

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