Last week I was out of commission for the better part of the week due to some minor dental work that I had done. It was minor work that turned into a major pain in my mouth because I didn’t follow the rules that dentist told me to follow after the procedure.
Restrict your activity for the remainder of the day.
I took that as get everything done you can possibly get done before the Novocaine and pain medicine wears off, so I ran to the bank, took the dogs for a long walk in the park, and did some chores around the house.
Then the swelling began and the blood began to flow, which resulted in 2 more days of restricted activity and a heavy dose of pain killers.
By the time I was allowed off of restricted activity I could see the ants running around in Leroy’s pants so I made plans to get him out to burn off some of his neglected energy.
I made plans for him to work.
And by work I mean hauling some wood.
My parents had a large tree limb that had come crashing down in their yard a few weeks ago and we were there to collect some firewood.
Bobby and my husband where in charge of cutting the wood up and they used modern technology to haul their wood.
Where as Leroy and I did things the old fashioned way.
Manual labor is what I like to call this.
Alright, it’s light manual labor.
We don’t want to overdo things.
The only problem was that when I picked the cart up to hook it up to Leroy the side fell off. Which left us with a half broken cart.
Not a problem. It still was able to function.
Until I misguided a turn and the the wheel hit my Mom’s flower box and cracked the axle.
“What happened to the axle?” my husband asked as we walked past him?
“Huh?” I said.
“The axle, it’s cracked. What happened?” He asked.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, that. Leroy accidentally hit the flower box.” I replied.
“Leroy hit it?” Aren’t you suppose to be guiding him?” He asked
“Look, dude. It was a tight turn and we’re just beginners. Back off.” I said hastily.
But the cart was still able to function and my husband advised me to keep the loads light before “the whole damn cart just falls apart.”
I’ll keep the loads light and I’ll pay attention.
So besides the cart falling apart the whole process worked pretty well for us. We were able to work on maneuvering the cart, sit commands, back commands and stay commands.
It was a little tough to get Leroy in the “working” state of mind and it was a little tough to get myself in the “trust” state of mind.
You know, trust Leroy that he actually has the capabilities to work.
But after a few treks and a few minor disagreements of who was in charge, I would like to think that we made quite a good team.
Broken cart and all.
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