I know it's been ages since I've posted a proper journal, but I just need to fuss a little. My mom has a small dog that we got from my aunt and uncle when they moved from Boston. Her name is Sookie, and she's an adorable, if a bit annoying, Morkie (Maltese/Yorkie). She's always been surprisingly sturdy for such a little thing, which is great because she's spazzy. It was a big relief for us, because my aunt and uncle's other Maltese, Waller, passed away a little while ago, because he got overexcited and hit his head against the underside of their macaw's cage. Apparently, Maltese have pretty fragile skulls.
Which is why I'm currently worried out of my ever-loving mind. My other uncle was holding Sookie this morning in the kitchen, and she tried to jump down and ended up diving headfirst onto the hard tile before he could catch her. She hit her head, and went limp and unresponsive for several minutes. My mom and uncle rushed her to the vet, and my mom called me from there a little while ago and told me she was responding, and her tongue wasn't hanging out anymore, but she was still limp.
Currently waiting for them to get back, or call, and trying not to completely freak out. I'm not overly fond of small dogs, and Sookie has a tendency to relieve herself, well, everywhere, but she's still a sweet, derpy little doggie and I love her to bits.