Currently on a sit, sitting in bed with ice on both knees because my ‘little-buddy-with-big-dog-energy’ and I got charged by an actual big dog we didn’t see in the dark on our bedtime walk. ‘Big Dog’ took down its owner as it lunged, practically dragging her along behind & very much looking like he might break free, & then I tripped (in extra-slow motion) on the uneven pavement & my own sit-pet when she tried to protect us — twisting one of my knees & slamming the other one into the curb as I went down.
Never know which possibility scares me more when that’s happened: my sit-pet getting mauled, me getting mauled, my sit-pet mauling the other dog, sit-pet getting loose & running off (thank god for AirTags, but still!)
Anyway…feeling mad at and sorry for myself, along with sheepish, all at the same time. (But also, smugly grateful that I always make room for a well-stocked medicine bag & first aid kit in my suitcase.)
Oh, & the kicker (I kid you not):
As I limped us back to our building, a bird in a tree we passed under pooped on my shoulder.
