About a week ago, I was walking my dog over to a big ol' hole he had dug,
to discipline him a bit, hole was in the middle of the back yard
just off my back deck, road base gravel,
I don't know how he could dig in it & not wear his claws down to nubs
Anyway, he got wise what was going on & turned around quick,
I went head over heals, got my middle FU finger stuck in his chocker collar
& he drug me for about 8-10 feet across the gravel,
running away from me falling, he's smarter then I was
would have been a great video if someone got it
a lil' gravel rash on my left knee & leg left should, mostly just lil' scrapes
healed pretty quickly already
if I'm out there & anywhere near that spot the dog runs away now
assumes; I'll fall on him again, I'd guess
I was pretty lucky/fortunate all them years in construction
& framing or plumbing
that I never really had a bad fall, some real heights too
I loved walking top-plate, ceiling joist or rafters
I did had/have a nice cut doing stupid **** pulling a utility knife-box cutter/sheetrock blade
towards myself & I slipped, I cut the crap out my left palm, like 10 stiches latter
no alcohol involved yet'