My little girl's home (well has been for hours now). She's in a large carrier with a nice soft fake lambie skin, and a heating pad. She seems like her spirit is gone, but she's had so much trauma in the last two days. I've been feeding her A/D which is nice a sloppy, but she'd much rather lick it off my fingers, than out of a dish. She took her antibiotics without even noticing. I took out her leash and once she saw it, a tiny wag of her tail started up! I carried her outside, and she did her piddling, but wanted back in right away. She's having a tough time navigating with the lampshade around her neck, and one eye sewn shut. Greta & Spencer have been going up to her carrier wagging their tails at her. They don't understand why their buddy is in jail. Well sometime she's like a flea with them nipping and yipping, but they always ignored her. Poor little girl loves sleeping in bed with us, but I can't have her jumping around until her jaw is more stabilized. She's warm and snug, and has a full tummy anyway. I wish I could fit in the carrier with her. *sigh*