Poor Little JD Boy

My little friend JD had a rough night last night. I figured you'd be interested, since I've mentioned him here before. He's a little Italian Greyhound.

Momo and I let him out on our street last night while we played drunken four square with the rowdy neighbors. (Or maybe Momo and I are the rowdy ones?) Anyway, we were guzzling Philly Pale Ale and enjoyed some other "medication" before the four square session really started heating up. It might sound ridiculous, but four square is insanely fun after you can barely walk.

JD always stays close to us when we're hanging out on our street. It's in South Philly, on a small side street where few cars ever pass. He walked over to the empty lot next door to take a piss, but a couple of minutes went by and he hadn't come back. Momo went to look for him and found him walking back toward the house from maybe half a block away. He was bleeding from all four legs and was shaking.

He had some dirt and black marks on his side. We're thinking he got hit by a car, but we didn't actually see it happen.

Momo took him inside and cleaned him up. Then our amazing neighbor Julie offered to take us to the vet hospital, because she was still sober.

Soon it was 7am and the sun was up. The vet finished the examination and told us she agreed that it looked like he was hit by a car. But luckily, he did not have any broken bones and no apparent internal injuries. She gave him some pain meds and antibiotics and sent us home.

Now the poor lil' fella is resting on the couch all groggy. I'm just happy he wasn't hurt even worse. I would have lost my mind.

In case you missed out on previous JD related stories:
The Elevator Incident
Snow Boots
Stinky Pillow