Broken Foot

Yesterday was quite a busy day for us. We were having a great day, I was getting so much done during Sus' naptime. I should have known it was too good to last. Grace decided that Daisy (the new puppy, 3 months old) needed to go outside. I told her to go ahead and take her out. About 5 minutes later, I hear this terrible screeching noise. Daisy was in the grass rolling around on her back, just crying. I assumed that she had been bit by something, so we are looking thru the grass for some kind of mean insect. Couldn't find anything, so I took her in and got her something to drink. While she is drinking I said, "Daisy, (talking to the pup) I wish I knew what bit you." Grace replies,"I don't know Mommy, I just threw her in the grass and then she started crying." I couldn't believe it...."You WHAT? You threw her in the grass?" Needless to say, she will not be putting the puppy in the grass anymore. So, then we got up Sus, called the Vet, ours doesn't work on Wednesdays we found out, so we found another. They could see us in 45 mins. So, we get Daisy and her very broken looking leg and load up. We get to the vet (he is very nice) and sure enough, her foot is broken and she has to spend the night....
So, we went this morning to pick up our little pup, cast and all. She is pretty sad, but she is getting around. I think Grace is the one who is really sad, she got all of her Barbies taken away...."When do I get them back, mommy?" I really don't know, Grace....Mi Vida Loca!!