Taking Chester to run errands.
Dragging Peter out for his cardio.
That's where I met Trouble. In my defense, it had been raining when we left for our walk, so I elected to ditch the arm splint to keep it from getting soaked. The plan was to walk and only walk, how can that get me into a predicament??? Seriously, it takes skill and years of practice.
I fell, in the most inelegant fashion. Smacked my wrist.
And was then trampled to death by the two dogs tethered to me: Dax and Chester. Preventing me from getting up off the ant mound that had absorbed my fall. These were not your regular fire ants, I think these were Allegheny Mound Ants, big and furious.
Batting 1000 here. Painful and itchy pustules.
I love the great outdoors.
Cleaning all the mud out of my weapon will require work too.
Maybe I ought to take up macrame.
