Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón

[lizblackdog]

so yesterday afternoon, I am playing a particularly vigorous, cathartic tug game with Mr Evil Sharkbastard Collie, and he nails me a beauty across the back of the hand. There's a tendon that runs from the back of your middle finger over your knuckle and into your hand; he got me right on that. His teeth are blunt and Spike injuries are crush/bash ones rather than pointy, but the skin across my knuckle is split. Not bitten open, just split from hitting the tooth. Spent two hours holding an icepack on it, which is probably the only reason I can still type. Ow.

So then I take them out again in the evening, as I do. Spike is feeling all bumptious because I am refusing to play tug with him. We're on the little green patch outside the flats, and he sees a plastic bottle that we had a spontaneous fetch game with yesterday. He lunges, grabs it, and starts bouncing up and down around my legs by way of suggesting another game. I probably would have gone for it if he hadn't tripped me. I came down like a ton of bricks on the asphalt path and had to spend half the night with more icepacks on both knees and elbows. Still limping a bit today.

I love my dog, but ow.

Comments

[mudshark58.livejournal.com]

I know I've read one or two, at least. Helmet and knee and elbow pads are sounding like a wise precaution, if you've got rambunctious doggies and a history of klutziness in the family.