Dog Slobber Injury. Woman Down.

The other day I suffered a dog slobber injury.

I would love to tell you that it was an injury caused by a great adventure that we went on, like climbing a mountain in a blizzard or me saving one of the dogs when they broke through the ice on the lake we were ice fishing from but we are talking about me and my injury was not at all cool adventure related.

I slipped in slobber.

In the kitchen.

And fell down.

I landed on my right elbow which is odd because you would think I would of landed on my ass but I must of did some very weird twist in mid air.

I cried when I hit the ground.

Not immediately. I didn’t cry immediately. It took me a few seconds.

It hurt but it wasn’t a hurt that warranted a cry hurt. It was the icing on the cake to a crappy morning cry.

The falling in slobber was the event that pushed me just below moderately stable into unstable territory..

There was a lot of swearing but I’ll save you the drama.

Let’s just say the majority of the words began with F and it was NOT fantastic.

After several minutes of wallowing in my tears and a puddle of slobber, I got up and went about my day. The body aches followed shortly after and by the time I went to take the dogs outside it was quite difficult to stuff my body inside my snow gear.

By the time I made it outside the only thing I wanted to do was sit down so I went to the middle of the yard with my camera and sat down in a pile of snow.

Big mistake.

Apparently, me sitting in the snow is funny to Leroy because he came over and looked at me:

What ‘ya doin?

Sitting in the snow…..leave me…….don’t you dare…..

And he pounced on me.

He didn’t jump.

He pounced on me. Like a cat.

He jumped on. He jumped off.

He did it again.

So I was like, “Leroy! What THE hell?”

And he went to pounce on me again instead this time I put my elbow up to block him.

Another big mistake.

140 pounds of dog crashing into an already injured elbow hurts.

So along came another string of very bad words that began with F and is wasn’t “My dog is flippin fabulous.”

And then I crawled inside.

Dog slobber and Leroy.

It’s dangerous shit.

 p.s. Of course I forget to add that I am just fine. No broken bones just a few bruises. Falling down the stairs a few years ago was much worse and so was the nose incident and the chipped tooth incident. Oh…..and being dragged across the front yard….so much worse. Wow. I’m a mess. How am I still alive?