I was out trail running again, with Guinness, being cautious due to the previous injury, and I FELL. I kind of wish someone had been there to see it, because it had to be ridiculously funny. I must have caught my toe on something, and just flat out biffed it. Right on my face. Luckily, I did not land on anything sharp or protruding, just packed dirt. I barely even scraped my hands. I did hear an audible WUMPH! as all of my air got knocked out upon impact. Then, of course, Guinness got really excited that I was on the ground, and decided she would try to keep running even though we were attached at my waist. Idiot. I felt kind of dumb, to say the least, and was quite glad that I did not hurt myself at all. Then I proceeded to run an extra mile, because the course I had plotted had trail closings and I had to run the horse trail. What a day. I’m still laughing now as I sit here typing. This is the wonderful hands-free leash that I use, by the way. I give it a four paw rating.
Don’t forget!
If you fall flat on your face, at least you’re still moving forward. –Kelly/Balwin
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Leave it to Banana to come up with the appropriate witty reply/quote. I was recently re-reading our posts (and tearing up) and read that one elsewhere. It made me laugh. I’m so very glad you are a part of the Toots and Sally odyssey, Banana. Seriously. You’re wonderful. It would not at all be the same without you. (and San Antonio would not have been as great without you sleeping on the couch…nor would Paris…)
Awww! Thanks! …and throwing imitation Oreo cookies at the neighbors’ yard wouldn’t have been that much fun without you.
Yeah I seem to end up on the couch a lot…and…hmmmmm….it’s always when you’re around…. hehehe