My boy, the Klutz!!!
Duke has a sweet, loving disposition but boy is he hazardous to my health! Here are a few examples of recent displays of klutziness.
While we were on vacation recently, Duke injured me quite a few times. I wanted to shoot some video of him playing at the Great Sand Dunes in Colorado. I was probably about 30 feet or so from him when I called his name. I saw he was running toward me so I turned my back to him and kept walking. BIG MISTAKE. He hit me full speed and took my legs out from under me. I landed on my behind..HARD...right on my tailbone on the hard packed sand. It jarred me all the way up my spine and my teeth clacked together. (I am now starting to feel better and it doesn't hurt as much as what it did.) Luckily it didn't bother me much when I was walking. Just sitting, standing, and squatting. The next thing he did was a couple days later. I was sitting on the ground watching the dogs play at the base of a waterfall. Duke picked up a stick, started running toward me and scratched it along the side of my neck! Later he came up to stand beside me, I was still sitting on the ground. Something grabbed his attention and he jerked his head around and hit me right in the mouth giving me a fat (bleeding) lip. The day after we arrived home from vacation, Duke and Sheba were playing in the back yard. Next thing I knew they were running toward me and Duke almost plowed me over again!! I was able to lift up one of my legs and jump to the side to get out of their way. That sure didn't help the pain in my tailbone! Today I was playing with Duke. He raised his paw up and scratched me down my face. (He's done this many times) ARGH!!!! These are just a few examples of my boy's less than graceful moves. I could write a book! How about you, do you have a klutzy Dood?
In another discussion I asked for suggestions on a collar that would make Sheba look more girly. I haven't chosen on for Sheba but I did see one that may fit Duke. What do you think?
In all fairness to Duke my hubby and I do have our moments of klutziness. On vacation, Hubby was crossing a river and holding onto our good camera. He was almost made it across to the other side but slipped on a slippery rock and he and the camera went under.
Camera no longer works. While sitting by a pretty lake (still on vacation) I sat on a fishhook. Hubby got it out. By the way, this has nothing to do with klutziness but more a matter of some of the dumb things that happened on vacation. A stone flew up and hit the windshield of our vehicle. It's now in the shop getting a new windshield!
Got any funny stories to tell???