Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Superwoman
It has been a wet day. I was going to be a little late tonight so I rushed home in lunch to take the dog out to the park. On the end side of the park there is a little building which is always locked. Its entrance must be on the main road but the back of the building falls into the park. As the area is very uneven the building is very much lower than the path at the park. Around the building there is about 2' wide alley. when the building was in use they could come out of the back door for keeping rubbish bin etc. There is no way out of this ditch except jumping over to the park or the back door when it's open.
In her little old mind the dog still thinks she is a puppy. ( hmmm I wonder who else is just like that - someone too close to home??) She jump down into the ditch to explore. Only thing I could see is a tail waving like a flag as she tried one end to the other to come out. she tried to jump over but fell a couple of times. Oh these blooming bones...They hurt with arthritis, especially when you fall, she thought! I looked around but all sane people were in their homes. I was getting late for work and if the dog kept falling she could damage herself. I had to help.
The superwoman didn't have time to spin to change the costume, she just jumped in with both feet - and the handbag. I lifted the dog and pushed her up and out. Good, she is safe. Now I just need someone to get me out of there.
The edge of the ground above was a lot higher than I first thought. I could barely reach the top of the path in the park. After cursing and swearing and tears of frustration and panic rolling down my cheeks I scrambled up after sliding down a few times. MY cloths were covered in mud and dirt, hands and knees were scraped and the heart was pounding as if it's been on the treadmill test. As I was trying to climb over, the idiot of the dog was trying to lick my face and bark at me thinking it was a game!
At home The Sickie nearly pushed me down the stairs as he fell on me while I was trying to get him to the bathroom. No wonder he is more wobbly after all that drink. He was stressed in case anything happened to me in the park! Obviously he doesnt know it's him who is killing me (softly!)
I am going to make myself the beneficiary of my insurance policy..HA!
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