Here is a quick post about an incident we had yesterday. I took the two boys out as I usually do. We were on our way up to the mailbox to check the mail and drop off some letters in the slot. As we were about to cross the parking lot toward the office, my left knee just buckled and Austen picked that exact moment to pull to the end of his leash, after wrapping my other ankle up in it. Needless to say, I went down on the asphalt like a sack of potatoes. I hit my hip and shoulder and rolled over onto my back. Got a fairly big gash cut out of my toe and some nasty abrasions on my right knee.
As I lay there taking inventory to see if anything was broken, both my boys came running up to me and started licking me in the face. It was then that I realized that even in falling, I had not ever let go of the leashes. That's a good thing, because Satchmo will be gone with the wind if he has a chance.
Once I determined that I was not broken, I realized that I was laying in a huge grease puddle and everything I had on was now soaked with motor oil. Great. I had a terrible night and went to get checked out today, but I learned my lesson and will be walking these two young men separately for a while!
Here is another photo of Austen after the haircutting fiasco. He finally let me take his picture, but he still looks ridiculous!
