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		Shaken, I stumbled from the bathroom. I think I fainted. When I came to I realized that, incrediblly, everyone was huddled around Haillee, seeing if she was hurt. When they noticed I had regained conciousness and realized the extent of my injuries there was panic. I was rushed to the doctor. I did my best to be gracious to the others in the waiting room, but I got the feeling they didn't know who I was. I resisted the urge to scream out "Don't you know who I am?" a la some big movie star. The vet was very nice. I explained what happened and he immediately realized that Haillee had been wrong, and was possibly unbalanced. He fixed up the gash on my lip, doing it very care- fully so as not to leave a noticeable scar. (I had explained to him earlier that I may have a future in dogfood commercials, because people are always telling me how beautful I am. He said a lot of the patients he sees are in that situation. I got the feeling that in my case he really thought it was true though.) After he had all the bandages on he even gave me a lovely Elizabethean collar (befitting a queen, he said) to wear, so that there would be no doubt as to who was in charge at home. He said to leave it on for about 4 weeks, so that Haillee would get in firmly in her mind that I was in charge. It's great, too. I'm able to do just about everything I did before the "powder incident" and they've even moved the furniture some so I can walk around easily.