Riddle Time! What do you get when you block the bottom quarter of a usually open doorway so the sick dog can’t mess the whole house?
Ohhh, Ooooo, let me answer. Please!
A broken face. And bruised knee, and scrapped shin, and bumps, bruises and black and blue all over. Raccoon eyes. Nose three times its normal size.
I tripped over the dog gate last night. Flat out.
Planted my face into the concrete floor.
I feel so foolish. I was the one who put it there because I was tired of tracking down puddles left by our dog, poor old Lady Long.
I spent the night, what felt like, being packed in ice. I still ache all over.
Tomorrow I’ll laugh at myself. Right now I’m going back to bed and waiting until this winter storm we’re having is over and my face stops hurting so much.