2 peas - bruised, but not beaten

You know they say that dogs and owners start to look like each other after a time, but I think Maggie and I may have taken it a bit too far.

While at Gill's, I had a little accident.  You see, I had put my suitcase in the middle of the room and opened it up.  As I left the room for dinner, I thought that is a really stupid place for your case, but then I shrugged and went to eat.

After dinner and a long chat, I headed to bed.  All ready, I shut to light off and went to climb into bed.  It was at this point that my right foot came into contact with the case throwing me forward and off balance.  

My left leg tried to catch me, but there was no room to move because the case was in the way, so I pitched forward spinning to the left reaching out to catch myself - in the dark.  

Just as my left hand found the floor, my hip, with all my body weight behind it, crashed into the dresser with stark handles for the drawers.  

I was taken aback by how badly it hurt and in fact contemplated laying on the floor and moaning - I've fallen but I can't get up - unfortunately, the case was in the way so I had to go to bed whimpering.  

It has all turned into a fairly glorious bruise, but don't worry it only hurts when I sit down, stand up, walk, and particularly, when I try to pull my trousers on.  I almost took a picture for you, but I thought that was perhaps a step too far.

Two days later, M&Th and I were out walking.  It was cold, but clear and sunny - a great day for a walk.  We were walking by the park, and there was a lady with two kids on the swing set and a grey dog on a leash.  

This dog started barking at Maggie, and she was very excited about this, but since there was a little slate fence between us she knew there was no real danger, and she should just ignore this dog, but it was difficult.  We kept walking our pace, with Maggie looking over her shoulder while contemplating jumping over the little fence for a good fight with this puny dog.

As we kept going, I warned Maggie that we were approaching a street lamp - I did this warning in a clear loud voice with a little, pay attention yank on her leash.  

No more than 15 seconds later, Maggie collided with the street lamp with a really loud clang (I did wonder for a moment if labrador head was any match for a Scottish lamp post), and it sort of knocked her back.  

I burst out laughing, primarily because she looked so confused.  She staggered back to her feet and skirted the street lamp and tried to keep going, but she was clearly a little woozy as she nearly ran into the next street lamp, so we stopped a minute so she could give her head a good shake.  

As I was waiting for Maggie to pull herself together,  I looked over at the playground as the mother and two kid looked on as if I was responsible for this incident.  She just didn't seem to understand that Maggie and I just can't help ourselves.