Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Old Ladies

There is a reason old ladies have cats, or little dogs.

My beloved dog Howie leapt backward to join two other dogs on the morning walk and as I had his leash draped across my shoulder and held the end in my hand, his leap pulled me abruptly over backwards and down. I didn't fall, but my day has been one of lying down and icing, heating, icing, heating, and hoping to God that my chiropractor can put me right.

I hate getting older. I hate getting hurt.

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