Frank and I stepped out into the glorious cool morning on Saturday with all three dogs on leash. Chloe refused to follow McGee and I. She wanted to cross the street and go smell the cat house.
McGee and I circled back. And when I stepped into the street my foot hit a ridge and down I went!
Frank watched the whole thing go down, as they say. He ran over to me as fast as Chloe would move, which wasn't as fast as you think. He took McGee and herded all three inside.
There I sat, in the middle of the street, my arm and knee hurting so badly and feeling so nauseated I really didn't care at that moment if a car came and rolled over me or not!
I laid in the street for what seemed like an eternity.
No car came to put me out of my misery!