My 1st flying lesson

Six in the morning, lying on the couch with an ice pack on my forehead.

Had my first flying lesson, it didn't turn out well.

It was just turning 6 am, still wide awake from the whole night of overdosing with caffeine. How about a game of chase with Yumi. Wahooooo, genius, what a great idea..... not.

Half way around the living room, this genius tripped and flew head on towards the dog crate. The only thought that crossed my mind was, Ohhhhhhh, shittttt!!!!

When cow finally got to the scene of the accident, all he saw was this lifeless body collapsed on the dog bed next to the crate.

I had had my first flying lesson and I crashed horribly. Aftermath, huge bruises on my forehead and knees, swelling and blood on my nose bridge. As I sat up reeling from the shock and pain, Yumi came over, not to comfort me, but to get me to throw her toy so she could fetch it. Cow took it from her and threw it away, to get the insensitive dog out of my sight. But none the less she came back happily, toy in her jaws. Only to sit down and lean up against me, chewing happily at her toy.

Lying down with an icepack pressed to my face, Yumi is totally oblivious to the incident despite being the only eye witness... she's happily using my belly as her play table for her favourite chew toy.

Sigh...