Hello and welcome to the awkward world of the Dogpound. Sometimes you just do not need ice and snow to make walking a hazardous chore. Let me explain. I was sleeping Sunday morning when Max let me know that he had to get out for his morning activities. I get up out of my warm bed and stumble half asleep out to the garage door. In my travels I almost hit the box of tax forms that I had left by the basement door to be put away at a later time. Well, in the short time that it took to let Max outside and in my sleep stupor, I had forgotten all about the box. My left foot kind of touched the box just enough to make me do a quick dippy-do dance around it. Normally my cat-like reflexes would have been good enough to avoid any issues...but I had socks on and marble tile floor is pretty slick. So one foot started to slide...my other foot could not get any traction to stop the slide and I went down...hard...flat on my back. Fortunately, I did not hit my head and as far as I know nothing was broken. I will feel it tomorrow for sure. I am really thankful that Max was outside and was not a witness to my Keystone cop prat-fall impersonation...he would never let me live that down.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” –Mark Twain
NOT TOo EARLY FOR GOLF
Fred got home from his Sunday round of golf later than normal and very tired. “Bad day at the course?” his wife asked. “Everything was going fine,” he said. “Then Harry had a heart attack and died on the 10th tee.” “Oh, that’s awful!” “You’re not kidding. For the whole back nine it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, and drag Harry.”
That is a wrap. I need to get a hot shower to soak these sore bones. As always be good, play safe, and remember to be careful out there. We don’t bounce like we used to.
JR and Max