Well, Murphy and I headed out for a nice calm walk/run this morning. Just a perfect day, sun shining, light breeze, could hear the ocean waves breaking on the shore. Good day for a run. We haven't run for a few weeks so we both were really having fun, when all of a sudden, Mr. Murphy decides he wants to be on the right side instead of the left where he ALWAYS is.
Hardly EVER crosses in front and especially not while we're running. So....being the graceful runner that I am, I avoid stomping on my dear doodle and before I know it I come face to face with shell-rock pavement !!! Hitting and scraping both knees, hands, elbows and left shoulder, while taking most of the force with my NOSE! Yeah, did I say graceful? Total face plant!
After I assessed my injuries, tried to feel if I still had all my teeth, and if I could get up, I realized Murphy was sitting right by my side....as close as he could get. Not running away, not playing with his leash, not even going for the bag of liver treats I was carrying. It was so sweet. Made me just love him more cuz I know he was feeling something. Not sure what, but it was nice to have a friend by your side when you are hurting so bad.
Well, after about 8 hours of ice packs, 4 Motrin, 2 Cosmopolitans and some ice cream, I think I'm okay. I look like Rocky Balboa after 9 rounds....but what the heck....I have my doodle!!!! And he loves me!
PS. Pretty sure the nose isn't broken, but it I'll know more when the swelling goes down some.