Walter: Lost and Found

What a tramatic week we've had...

Sunday night we had some really great friends over for dinner. As people were saying goodbye, Walter slipped out a door, ran for the road, and was hit by a pick-up truck. I didn't see it, but was told he was hit really hard - the truck was going at least 30 mph, and he was dragged 20 feet. His leg was pinned under the car, but as soon as it backed up, he bolted. I've read since that many dogs instinctively react that way- maybe to escape something that might hurt them again. That night, we spent hours and hours walking/driving around calling out his name. We did it again in the morning, and that next night. I put up flyers and Brent called every shelter/vet nearby. I really thought it was a lost cause. I was torn between grieving for our little guy, and worrying sick that he might still be out there in pain and scared. The night Walter ran away, we put his bed on our porch, hoping the smell would bring him back. Tuesday morning, Brent and I heard a sound out front. I went downstairs, and there was Walter, just laying on his bed! It was truly a miracle. We took him to the vet right away, expecting the worst. His back leg was swollen to twice its size and and the whole things was one big open wound. But amazingly enough, there were no broken bones. His leg is completely torn up, so it will need daily bandages for about a month. But we feel blessed - it could have been so much worse. We are so thankful God heard our prayers and brought him home in one piece!