By Not Watching My Step

It was early this afternoon when I thought it would be nice to go out in the backyard and toss the ball for the dogs to fetch. They’re great at running it down, but still need much work at dropping it at my feet.

That’s where my ‘nice’ idea took a turn. Several times I instructed one of the two dogs to drop the ball, which they did, unfortunately it was right where they were standing and nowhere near me.

I had to retrieve the ball myself.

Focusing on the ball, I started across the length of the yard one more time. This time though, I stepped in a pile of dog-crap.

Immediately my foot slipped out from under me as I tried to regain my balance. It did me no good as I fell anyway.

Now falling, is one thing, but what happened next, I cannot fully account for other than to say it happened. As my left foot slid forward, I twist my body to the right and toppled backwards.

Then somehow, my face collided with my knee or my knee banged into my face, giving me a blooded nose. All I could do for a few seconds is lay in the grass and watch as stars swirl about my head.

The dogs were sympathetic to my plight as one brought the ball over to me, while the other vigorously offered to help clean my face with her tongue. That’s when I decided stars or no stars I had to get up off my back.

So needless to say, no more ball for a while, as I have a hell of a head ache now.