Barely to the end of my street and headed out for a gentle jog accompanied by three dogs on leashes. A car parked on the side of the street forces us out into the road as we go around it. A Fed-Ex truck comes from behind and speeds by us. One of the dogs is skittish, darts between my legs and under my feet. I go down hard on the hip which I have been trying to rehabilitate. Cussing out loud I get up in serious pain and begin limping back home. The truck disappeared around the corner and somebody got in the parked car and drove off.
Well, it started out as a fine day...
AGH! Can't believe that. And I still don't know where Miles developed that fear, he was like that when I got him at 8 weeks old.
Posted by: Rachel Jean at October 28, 2009 05:23 PM