Yesterday I took my sweet Starla for a walk to the dog park. It was a beautiful sunny day and she was being her usual sunny self. We got there and there was another dog, smaller than her, looked like a spaniely thing. She hasn’t been well socialized yet (only knows our other dog who is too arthritic to go on a walk) and I thought it would be the perfect opportunity. She has seen other dogs on our walks and not really reacted and I watched him as we were walking up. He looked at her but kept doing his own thing so I though perfect! I took her in the dog park, through the metal gates and was talking to her, kicking a ball that had been left there and the other dog started to come over in a very friendly way, not a beeline or aggressive stance at all. She freaked out as soon as she realized he was there and ran as hard as she could right back to the gate, but she didn’t stop. She ran as hard as she could at the metal bars and flipped up like a cartoon, falling down and screaming. She couldn’t stand up. I called my husband to come get us and we went straight to the vet. They kept her all afternoon and did X-rays and tests. She has a concussion. 😭 she still can’t stand up. She came home last night so we could monitor her, and she’s back at the vet today for further monitoring. The vet does expect her to make a full recovery and says her inability to stand is because of her concussion. I feel so wracked with guilt even though everybody says I couldn’t have predicted it. My heart is broken. I’m still waiting to hear from the vet today.