It was one early December morning and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring except for our dogs on the roof-top barking at something below. When all of a sudden the barking stopped and Jon heard a "thud" on the ground from outside. He arose from his bed and spotted our five month old dog "Max" lying still on the road. As Jon went out to inspect him, he discovered that he was still alive but that one of his legs was completely broken and that he needed some love and attention. We called the vet who came to the house to assist. Praying for his recovery as the vet said that it was a miracle that "Max" did not die from a fall from the third floor.
We had to explain that our second dog was named "Miracle" and he was the one who probably pushed him off the roof while they were playing.
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