Snow Tumbles

Yesterday I noticed the water pressure in our house was down. (We have a well.) I was a bit nervous, but since we still had water, I knew it wasn’t the pump, but rather suspected the tank in the basement.

I went down and while I talked to Hubby on the phone (he was at the doctor’s office in southern New Hampshire), we determined that one of the cell cocks outside was probably failing.

I went to go look at them all, and when I opened the door, Lili escaped!

She is not good at coming back to us, and she loves to run in the deep snow. I grabbed her leash, hiding it in my pocket, and went out to catch her.

She actually came much faster then I thought she would, and I snapped the leash to her collar. Then we started walking along the dog path to come in.

That’s when it happened. She pulled me hard, and I started to slip. I tried hard not to, but eventually this very strong puppy, pulled me down into the deep snow. I had snow up my nose, in my face and even under my glasses. My hands were covered in snow, and had even gone up my sleeves.

Once I could crawl down the slight incline and get to my feet, I was able to get her and myself into the house.

I took off my jacket and hat and hung them to dry. Then I came to the sink and washed my hands, and saw they were bruised.

This morning I feel like I got hit by a truck. My arms, legs and neck all hurt like heck. Fall down like that is not what I would call fun!

Please pass the Motrin!