Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?
September 12th 2011 6:25 pm
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I may have mentioned that I have a problem with impulse control. I know what "Wait!" means, I just have a really hard time doing it. I also have pretty poor depth perception and NO FEAR. Today Mom opened the back of the van just to get something out, and, not wanting to be left behind, I tried to jump in. It was too high for me and I fell back and hit my head on the pavement. I hit so hard that Mom actually heard the crack. She had made a grab for me, but had her hands full of stuff and wasn't quick enough. I was a bit dazed for a few seconds but shook it off. Mom's afraid I might have a concussion so she's been watching me like a hawk. She gave me a Tramadol for my headache, and I'll probably have a big goose-egg. She told me, "Now I know how you got your broken jaw and missing teeth!"