[dafodilkemmy]

So I simply take Sox for a walk within the newly mown entry for a toilet. Little dew glowing in-the bright morning light. Peace and tranquility develops. Image it please. Today, image this.... Expensive demented Sox decides he really wants to LEAP over our small wood wall that divides front yard in the side yard. I probably have to add that there's a 4 foot fall off..... Having never done any such thing he didn't Determine that Momslady was didn't have attachable landing wheels, NOT wearing a flight suit and unfortunately wasn't wearing undies underneath the house robe she was wearing. It'd also be interesting to notice that this is dangerously near to Dellas operate. Today Della is just a nice woman, but being straight on Soxs landing reel wasnt on her to complete list. They're friendly to each other when I actually do go Sox, and never bark or growl at each other however again we've never DROPPED in on her behalf either Therefore, allow me to summarize by stating that I fell flat on my hands and legs with robe over my head virtually, and Sox and Della trying to block off. I were able to contact (screech) for my husband who had been about the carport creating a Taj Mahal doghouse (actually very good). He raised me up and got the dogs aside. I got myself in to the house, set the pilot in the cage and cripped towards the bath. I'm bruised from head to foot, with swelled up locations and scratches, however the wonder is not any broken arm or kneecap. I'm creating a mental note to revoke his pilots license.