I’ve said several times that Luci is going to be the death of me. When I said it, I meant that I’m just not cut out for a puppy and that she’s wearing me out. I never meant that she was literally going to kill me . . . that was until yesterday.
She’s developed this very cute habit of hitting me in the leg with her nose when she wants my attention. She did that again yesterday while I was getting ready for work. I can’t resist those sad brown eyes, so I told her that we’d go outside to play fetch for a little bit. She grabbed her rubber bone and took off for the stairs – with me right behind her. Luci has a bad habit of dropping her toys and watching them roll down the stairs. Halfway down the stairs she dropped the rubber bone. I didn’t see it and stepped on it. . . and slid down the bottom half of the stairs on my back. Luci got scared from all the noise of Mommy bouncing down the stairs (I don’t remember if I screamed on the way down) and ran away from me. Blacky was in the living room and sat and looked at me like "That’s not how you come down the stairs." After I got to the bottom of the stairs, Luci thought I was ready to play and came over to lick my face. I took a quick inventory to make sure I wasn’t hurt and that I hadn’t broken the banister on the stairs. The first thing I said to Luci when I got up was "Dog, you are going to be the death of me yet." Then I started the "What have I told you about leaving your toys on the stairs" lecture as I walked outside to play fetch with her.
I’m a klutz and I trip, fall, or run into things on a regular basis. I also have a sick and twisted sense of humor and I see all kinds of humor these types of situations. I laughed myself silly over it all day. I was laughing so hard when I was trying to tell Hubby what happened that I had to stop in the story a couple of times just so he could understand what I was saying.
Today I’m suffering the after effects of my trip down the stairs. I’m hurting in places that I didn’t even know existed. Practically everything from my shoulder blades to my rear end are sore. I know it could have been a lot worse and I could have been seriously hurt. But since I wasn’t, I am still laughing about the incident . . . especially when I’m wincing in pain and I think about how I got hurt in the first place.
I told Luci this morning that Mommy was sore and it was all her fault. Her answer was to drop her tennis ball and watch it bounce down the stairs. Be afraid, be very afraid!!