I was home early from work today so geared up the dogs for a run, opened the door and they bolted out and down the deck stairs.
Piper was is the lead. Bella launched off the deck and landed on Piper and smashed her head/mouth into the flagstone she was on. Piper yelped and stood up with her head and mouth all squirrelly, looking like she was trying to adjust it and she kept licking the right side of her mouth.
I scooped her up, put Bella back in the house and drove straight to my new vet. He examined her much more gingerly and softly than his normal rushed self and said nothing was broken, tooth or bone.
I then cracked. I was so relieved that I practically squashed Piper to death and started crying. Then I had to explain a little of the stress I've been under to let him know I wasn't a complete basket case. It just doesn't take much to push me over the edge these days.