When the accident occurred, Fredo was free-ranging in the back of my car. His safety was my first thought. First seizures, then thyroid problems, then lyme disease...surely, a severed spinal cord was Pittsburgh's next gift to us. As I turned around to look at him, I was already imagining 10 years of carrying him outside and holding him up while he pooped. But he was fine. More than fine. He was beaming with pure joy, tail wagging as he excitedly panted in my face.
"Again! Again!" his body language said.