My dog, Max, had been outside fetching a ball, when he returned to me all bloody. How in the world was I going to help him when I was on crutches from a previous sprained ankle?
It happened two weeks after our cross country move. I sauntered down the stairs in our new place and stopped on the last step to give my hubby, Gary, a hug. Shortly after, we parted to go in different directions.
I turned to go right and . . . SCREAM!