Sloan-y Dumpty sat on a wall.

Sloan's boo boo

Sloan-y Dumpty had a great fall...or something.  We're not sure what the heck happened to her on Easter Sunday, but somehow she  managed to rip her chest open and didn't make a peep when it happened.

We were all in the backyard; Todd was messin' with the dock, I was chasing Boden, Bueller was being ornery (surpise) and Sloan was hanging out by the water.  I went in to get a tissue, came out and Todd said "Should we go to the Emergency Vet or wait until tomorrow?".  I'm all "What the flip happened?!"  Sloan isn't talking.  Arrgh. 

Sloan is pretty much "ho hum" about her new hardware but I think Boden finds her even more endearing because of it.  Not a good thing.