Thursday, January 25, 2007

Beware of Owner...

Maggie quietly turned one year on January 26th. Yes, I must admit, there could have been fanfare, a party, gifts and the whole shebang...but being such a frigid week I just couldn't muster up the energy last week. I didn't totally forget the Maggot's birthday. She did get a few knuckle bones to chomp on and I promised her as soon as it is above freezing (it's 20 degrees with a wind chill of 5 right now) I would take her to her favorite place to romp, the beach.

As I write, Maggie is knotted in a ball pushed up against my left side and Ellie is knotted on my right side. Dog3 is knotted in a ball on the couch downstairs. Our walking schedule has come to a halt since a bit of an incident the other night. 3dogs and I were walking back from the dog park. Everyone was pretty subdued since we had just spent a good hour playing...Maggie rough housing with the big dogs, Ellie focused on her ball, and Andy just trying to find a pair of warm hands to cuddle with. As we were about to cross 8th Street at East Capitol Maggie decided to stop and smell something --- right in front of me. Of course, I was lost in thought and didn't catch sight of this sudden road block sending me flying, literally, right off the curb onto all fours. I attribute the extra hard pavement and frigid cold (NOT my aging bones) to the pain that spiked through my body as I went splat. Luckily, I wasn't crossing against traffic. On impact, I dropped Ellie and Andy's leashes and they continued on their way, while the Maggot was the only one who turned around to see if her Mommy was going to live (ahh, lest a bit of melodrama).

I stood up, brushed off the pain and ego lost, caught up with 2dogs, and continued on my way home. I am hopeful that I did not re-tear my ACL and according to my doc, I did not. Just a bruised shin, maybe a small tear in my quadricep and an order to restrict my activities --- read no walking --- for 48 hours. So, that pretty much does it for 3dogs walking activities. Though I might be able to get them to the cemetery and let them walk.

But then there is that cold thing happening out there. Hmm, the blankets are pulling me under.

4 comments:

macgoogle said...

Ow! We all hope you feel better soon, oh brave hooman walker of 3dogs! Mum and Dad have their hands full enough with me - I don't EVER walk in a straight line - there are too many things to sniff and paths to walk on. At least once per walk (usually more), I make Dad do a "ballerina" to untangle my leash. He's so funny.

(Dad: Hillarious...)

Love and Licks,
Texas (and his humans).

Tin Tin Blogdog said...

Ooooh, hope you're okay. Wouldn't want to deprive 3dogs of their constitutional, so hurry up an get better!

Chow for now,

Tin Tin (who's supposed to lose 5 kilos, pah) xo

fee said...

happy belated birthday maggie! and happy valentine's day to my three dear friends!

loves and kisses,
fee

Nanook The Newfoundland said...

Hey you hairy lot! 'Nooks checkin' in...I knocked my mama on her butt this afternoon too! This icy wilderness is great for human pratfalls, and I'm taking advantage! But then, I outweigh her, so that's easy.