First of all...
He's gonna be okay!
But this is all my fault...

Monty and I went to go run some errands and what not. We pull up at the Pet Supplies store, and I get out of the car, and open Monty's door to let him out. I was on the phone, I wasn't paying attention. He hopped out, and I grabbed the leash, next thing I hear is tires, yelp and the most awful *bump* sound.
I turned around and some lady in a sedan was pulling into the parking spot right next to me....right where Monty was standing...
I screamed, and looked under the car, and there's my baby. He's stuck under the front bumper...he's scratching and crying, so I crawl under there and I pull him out.
I don't really remember what happened after that, but the lady in the car came out screaming, and crying. I guess I wouldn't let anybody touch him. Miraculously, he stands up!!!! Monty sits on my lap, and starts growling at everyone around us. I'm a total MESS... I took him to the vet, and we do the whole nine...
Mister Monty, my super dog...came out after 6 hours of being at the vet... with bruised ribs, and some scrapes and a broken nail... No broken bones, internal bleeding--nothing.
I can't believe I let this happen, I feel terrible. I went to the store, and bought him some filet mignon and his favorite...spi
nach pizza (don't ask me why he loves that stuff so much) Then he got like...15 new stuffed animals and a new bed. He's not allowed to rough house for awhile...but..
.I don't think he minds the pampering
I feel so awful you guys..I'm the WORST dog-mom ever. When I think about what could've happened, I just lose it.
Anyway...sorry it's so long, I feel so bad. How could I let this happen?? What is the matter with me? Ugh, I'm disgusted with myself...