I had the dog at the dog park this morning. There were two Australian shepherds there, about six months old, and he ran and ran with them. He was having a great time. Then he swerved to run past me, except he didn't run past, he clotheslined me and I slammed to the ground.
Let me tell you, falling when you're 66 is very different from falling when you're 26.
(I'm fine, except my ankle hurts a little.)
All three dogs came running back to make sure I was okay, sticking their noses in my ears and face. I said I was okay and they ran off again.
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| The culprit, all worn out |
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