Ok, so I did this to myself. You happy now? I was feeling frisky - I couldn't help it! I just felt like I had to run...too bad I was in the car when the feeling kicked in. I took a flying leap out of the back of the jeep just as we were pulling into the park(the top was down, so why not?) Well, needless to say my landing was less than graceful. I hit my face, then fell on my paw. I was in shock for a moment...then mommy and daddy came and picked me up to take me to the vet. I think they were more worried then I was. By the time we reached the vet I was feeling frisky again. You'd think a busted lip and paw would have calmed me down a little but I just wanted to go, go, go...there were so many dogs I wanted to play with! Then they left me there with this vet guy. I don't remember what happened...just know that when I came to I had a bandage on my paw and a cone on my head. What kind of sick guy is this "vet" person? I was walking into walls for a week till they took the cone off of my head. I don't ever want to go through that again!