Thunder laid at her side, wanting to be petted. She scratched his back, and he rolled over onto his back, pawing at her hand gently. "All right, all right." She sighed, then began scratching his belly gently, giggling as one of his back paws began kicking. Suddenly, he sneezed, and Foxy recoiled away from the flying snot, laughing. "Bless you!" He rolled over and sneezed again, then laid his muzzle in her lap. "Bless you, again." She told him, petting his head gently as his tail thumped the ground.

"You sure do like dogs." Lightning commented, and Foxy nodded.

"They're my passion, although I like most animals, except for insects. They freak me out."

Sarge, who was just exiting his hut, heard her, and quickly drove back inside, formulating a plan to show her who was in charge, as far as he was concerned. He wore a sinister grin on his bumper as he finished his plan. He ordered a crate full of insects, and was told that it would get there in about a day. He wasn't afraid of handling insects, so his plan consisted of setting them all over her, and watching the satisfying results. Right on schedule, they arrived in a large box, all kinds. From spiders to centipedes, there must've been at least fifty. He chuckled as the spiders formed webs in their plastic container. "This is going to be TOO easy." He said in a low voice, then hid the whole box. Little did he know, there was a hole in the spiders' container, and one by one, they crawled out, making their way towards their intended target.

Foxy was sitting at Fillmore's side, as usual, talking with the others and petting Thunder as she drank her morning coffee. She had one hand at her side, setting on the pavement, while the other one was petting Thunder and holding her coffee. One of the spiders from Sarge's escaped group crawled onto her hand, and she didn't feel it at first. When she did, she stiffened, shooting up until she was as straight as a board."Wh-What's on my hand?"

"Spider." Sheriff replied, and cringed as she let loose a shrill scream, and bolted blindly for the road, just as Mack was driving towards the café. He spotted her, and tried to brake, blaring his horn, but he rammed into her, sending her flying. The others were horrified, and Lightning tore after her. He caught her safely on his hood when she landed and sprawled like a sack of potatoes.

"Are you all right?" He asked her worriedly, looking her over for any injuries.

"M-my ribs." She whispered weakly, then fainted.

"Is she all right?"

"I think she messed up her ribs again."

Doc rolled forwards and told Lightning to bring her over to the clinic. They departed for the clinic, leaving the others to worry about their new friend.

"It's all my fault." Mack said, looking down at his hood guiltily.

"No it isn't, Mack. She doesn't like insects, and just got scared when there was a spider on her. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Sally told him gently.

"And lucky that you weren't going any faster then the speed limit." Sheriff cut in, and instantly regretted what he said. He fell silent, and returned to drinking his coffee, leaving Mack to his guilty thoughts. He had just hit someone. She wasn't even a citizen of the town, and he had hit her. He closed his eyes in shame as the scene played over in his mind.

Over in the clinic, Doc had dismissed Lightning and was now working feverishly. Foxy had broken three of her ribs between Mack hitting her and her landing on Lightning's hood. Once he had set her ribs, he wrapped gauze around them, then rolled outside.

"How is she?" Flo asked worriedly.

"She should be all right, but she'll be aching for a long time. Red, could she stay with you?" Red nodded, and Fillmore looked over at Doc, confused.

"If ya don't mind me askin, man, why does she have to stay with Red?"

"I don't want Sarge and her fighting until her ribs are fully healed." Doc replied, and the others sighed in relief.

A short while later, Foxy awoke on the lift again, and groaned. "Ohh, man, I feel like I was hit by a truck." She moaned. She hard a chuckle from somewhere nearby, then Doc's reply floated up to her.

"I hope you would, since that's what happened."

"I was hit by a TRUCK?!" She exclaimed in horror.

"Lightning's hauler, Mack."

"I'll bet I broke some bones on that deal." She said, and Doc could hear the sarcasm in her voice. He chuckled.

"Three of your ribs."

"My ribs. Why is it always my ribs? And there goes my record for never breaking a single bone, too. What a GREAT day." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Doc lowered the lift, and Foxy sat up unsteadily.

"You're going to be staying with Red until your ribs heal, simply because I don't want Sarge attacking you again."

"All right. That sounds great." She offered a small smile, then got off the lift and followed Doc outside.

"Are you okay? I'm mighty sorry that I hit ya." Mack apologized, looking down at her guiltily.

"I'm okay, and it's all right. Not even I knew where I was running." She smiled up at him weakly, and Fillmore came up from behind her and nudged her gently.

"Ya sure you're okay, man?"

"My ribs do ache a little, but yeah, I'm all right." She sank down to sit by his side, and Thunder came over to her cautiously, whining. "Oh, not you too. I'm fine, really." She told him, petting his side. He laid down next to her and set his head in her lap, gradually moving his position so his front half of his body was laying over her legs. She giggled weakly, and petted him.

"Don't try to sit in my lap, or else you'll squish me." She told him, and he licked her face, his tail wagging. "Blegh, thanks for slobbering all over me." She told him, and he licked her face repeatedly, until she was flat on her back and he was sitting at her side. She tried to shield herself, giggling, but it was no use. The others all watched, chuckling.

"Okay, okay. I get the point. I taste good! Can I get up before you drown me?" The others all laughed as Thunder backed off after a final lick. She wiped the dog slobber off her face, then shot him an evil look. "Is my bath finished?" He barked, wagging his tail rapidly, and Foxy snickered. "You are such a screwball." She moaned softly, rubbing her ribs gingerly.

Hi everybody! Here we are again, with the continuation of this story! :D In case you haven't noticed, Foxy's a bit of a klutz! That comes directly from me. I've gotten so many bumps and bruises I don't even know how they happen. The funny thing is, I've never broken a bone, like Foxy hadn't, at least up until this point. :P Anyway, EmilyTheBrave, thanks! I'm glad you don't think this chapter was boring, and some of your friends wear tails too? Awesome! Now, another matter, one that's much more serious: I may be leaving for college in July, and this story is saved on my home computer. My laptop is the one that's coming with me. I've also got numerous stories typed up on the home computer, and was wondering if you guys wanted me to put those ones up too? I'll tell you in the summaries when they're taking place. :) Let me know what you think, and please read, review, and don't steal? Thanks, Liz

Love you guys! :D

Edit:Changed one thing, before it looked like Mater licked Foxy. XD Now it says what it should: THUNDER licked Foxy.