Poor puppy

I was at my house with my dad and my childhood dog, Shamrock, on Christmas Day.  Shammie had to go outside, so my dad was going to take her for a walk.  He reached into the closet to get her leash and when he closed the door, we heard a big crack, and Shammie's leg was caught in the door.  Instead of opening it to let her out, my dad picked up the dog and started pulling on her, trying to get her leg out.  I ran over to let her out and we discovered that her leg was completely crushed and she couldn't walk on it.  I started crying, and Shammie went to lay down in the corner.  I was yelling at my dad about being irresponsible when I noticed Shammie running around the house - her leg had magically healed itself!

I decided that we should take her to Matt's house to see how the cats handled having a dog around.  (My logic was that if they were nice to a dog, they would be nice to a baby some day...naturally.)  We got to Matt's and Shammie was very excited to see the cats, but they just hissed at her and ran away.  We started talking to Matt about something, and I realized that I hadn't seen the cats or the dog in quite some time.  I ran all over the house looking for them, and I finally found them in a spare bedroom with the door closed.  When I walked in the room, I saw the cats laying on a blanket snickering at me.  I asked them what was so funny but they wouldn't tell me, they just kept laughing.  Finally I heard a small whimper and realized that they had pinned Shammie under a blanket and then laid down on the edges so that she couldn't get out!  The cats thought this was hilarious but I was angry so I took Shammie back to my house.