I was apparently in some sort of mini fighter jet, and I was speeding around inside some building. Another jet was after me, so I quickly sped into a room and closed the door. I was hanging out in there with the puppy, and I went to take a shower. Afterwards, I went to the door, wrapped in a couple towels, and opened it. My coworker (who had apparently been chasing me in the jet) stood there looking kind of annoyed, and I explained that I was trying to take care of my sick puppy.
I was sitting in some sort of food court-ish area, telling someone about the puppy. I realized that I had a couple broken bones somehow, and when I had felt the puppy's ribs, I felt a broken one, and it was somehow actually my own broken rib. I contemplated going to the hospital and really dreaded it. Then my puppy walked by, only it had grown bigger and had apparently recovered. I told the person (I don't remember who it was, just some random dream person) I thought the puppy was half sheepdog, half pit bull, because its head kind of looked like a sheepdog, but its legs looked like a pit bull.
I woke up wanting a puppy, but not a half-dead one.