Fred (5 month old American Bulldog girl) and Oz (3 year old Boxer boy) are usually my babies. I do most of the walking, feeding, grooming, and loving. I’m training Fred (a challenge in itself) and Oz was almost fully trained when he came into the family.
At 6:15 am I decided to take them out while coffee brewed & the family was struggling to awake. It’s still kind of dark out and cool – unusually cool for this time of year in Charleston. After a pit stop in their usual spots, the dogs began racing around the playground. They decided to jointly knock me on my butt. 100-100 pounds of do slammed not my left leg. I flew off the ground, then landed hard on the ground.
Oh man did I curse.
After a few minutes on the ground, dogs oblivious to my plight, I dragged myself inside & yelled for the evil furbies to follow. I’ve been drugged ever since. Drugged and caffeinated. Walking hurt! Really hurts.
What am I most annoyed about? I can’t work out today and might not get to work out tomorrow. Not the way I want to anyway. Instead of sweating I’ll be sticking with extremely modified yoga. Maybe.
I’m going to be a grumpy wahm for a day or so.