Michael's Texas Embrace

So the field that I usually play fetch with the dog in was muddy and full of water. But he clearly still needed exercise, so I decided that some vigorous apartment fetch was just what the dog-doctor ordered. But apartment fetch has to be pretty hardcore to be worthwhile for the dog, I feel. I do a lot of running away with his toys and doing a somersault onto the bed. This seems to make him both excited and angry. I also do a lot of picking up the ball, faking him out, and then spinning around and throwing the toy in the other direction.

But yesterday I made a terrible miscalculation, and did a wicked-fast fake-out spin that resulted in my forehead colliding against that little metal thing that the door knob latches onto in door frames. It hurt a lot, and I fell down. Then my forehead started bleeding, and now I have a red spot right on my hairline. I guess I'm glad it's at my hairline, though, and not between my eyes or something. That would be embarassing.

"What happened to your head?"

"Oh, I bashed it against a door playing indoor fetch with my dog."

Right. Some days I feel really dumb