Again.

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Mother took another, if much worse, tumble.  Again, while trying to handle Jasmine.  This time through a grouping of things.

We invited a trainer, for a free (first), sample.  I wasn't sure what to honestly expect from a single session.  But, to be absolutely honest, I was impressed.  As was mother.  I... am beginning to believe she might just work out.

As the session ended, mother was experimenting with a new sort of leash.  Was doing well.  She had walked up the drive, from myself and the trainer.  Just then, a delivery man showed up.

One of the problems, currently, with Jasmine, is aggression to strangers.  Before either of us could get to her, we both instantly saw the problem, Jasmine went for the fellow.  Which pulled mom off her feet, down to the asphalt, on her face.

She basically hit, as I did, off the bike.  People are so much more fragile than my kind.  I didn't even get a scrape (on my face anyway).  She definitely did.  And was knocked out, has a massive black eye, and hurt her back.

Too serious to just walk this one off.  The trainer handled the situation admirably.  Having taken charge of the scene well, I merely acted as a sounding board, and mother's advocate. We decided, wisely I am certain, to call an ambulance.

Yes, rough.  No skull breaks.  Possible concusion.  Back troubles.  After stabilizing, various tests, and else, between us and medical, it was decided to send her on to Ogden, where neuro specialists not available locally, could review her case.  Thankfully it wasn't as much of a fight as feared.  She went without too much fuss.

I rode with her.  The trainer... followed so that I had a ride home.  Refused even gas money.  Had to let his wife know he would be late.  I hated to ask.  Greatly appreciated the act of kindness.  I just... hope he didn't go through a ringer for it?

Will have to sort where she is, then visit today.  I am not certain when she will be released, though likely not today?  I am hoping she will allow them to stabilize her condition, fit her for a brace, and allow a more full exploration of her condition.  A day, more, two?  That may be a struggle.  Ugh.

We will see.  I crashed, so hard, when returning, that I couldn't write or else.  Prayers would be welcome.  A tough old bird, but in rough shape.  It's about all I can do for her myself.  Later.