Sled Dog Stories…

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Bella is an elderly pup with a bad back end. Her hips are completely arthritic and stiff. Her knees blew out a few years ago putting an end to her zoomie days. She’s sore and crotchety and we are on a fairly constant regimen of NSAIDs. I really didn’t think she would surprise me. This is exactly how she did just that.

I found a pair of floofy thin pants with wide legs. They don’t flatter but they are ridiculously comfortable. I don’t usually wear that type of pant leg though. I decided to try them out before bed one night.

Bell indicated she needed to go out so I figured we’d do one last run outside and then turn in. I was proud of myself for remembering her sling (a strap that runs under her stomach and allows me to take the weight off of her hind end when climbing the stairs. She hates it. Lots.

We got our business taken care of. We got our customary bathroom business dog biscuit. We went to the bottom of the stairs. She tried to get past me but eventually succumbed to the inevitable. We started up the stairs. Things went normally. As we turned at the landing and started up the second part of the stairs, I stepped on the hem of the other leg of my stupid wide-leg pants. My top half kept going forward, but my feet and legs were brought to a lurching stop. I went down like a tree.

Bella, sensing an attack, hurtled up the stairs.  Adrenaline erased all sign of age and infirmary, she was in fine form. I was still wrapped up in the sling so I was drug up the stairs with the enthusiasm of an Iditarod team. I was scrambling to keep my pants from being taken clean off, and get my feet under me, and stop stepping on the damn pants and making things worse.

It was the least graceful moment of my life. Which is saying something.

I mostly kept my pants on. Bella was completely convinced we were still under attack. Thankfully, Weebs hadn’t been hanging out in the stairs as he often does or I would have to be writing about his funeral.

I decided to just lay there contemplating how embarrassing that was. And how much my stupid knee hurt. Then I realized other people live in my house and might come out to see what the ruckus was. So I got myself gathered up and limped into go to bed. An inglorious end to an inglorious adventure.

The only saving grace to all of this was telling a coworker who then topped my story by telling me about the time her dog drug her across a patio toward other dogs while she was laying in the chair her dog had drug over (picture it…a lady in an Adirondack chair slowly scooting across a gravel yard while a husky mix is mushing with all his strength and she curses and tries to right herself….it’s comedic gold).

Unfortunately, I wasn’t there to witness it nor are there pictures. But, the mental image will always soothe the pain to my pride that the short but energetic trip up the stairs caused.

Also, here’s some clumsy baby animals. The end.

 

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