Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich


December 17th, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

My dog Leo likes to jump.

Boing, boing, boing.

When he is playing, he is jumping. On a slippery wooden floor, sometimes this leads to some amusing spills and pratfalls. Leo and I have all sorts of fun, playing these games. I hold something out of his reach, and taunt him with it, and he launches himself into the air with much force and enthusiasm.

It is all very entertaining, until one jump leads to a bad landing where the dog’s leg twists into a posture not natural for neither man nor beast. The dog lets out a loud yelp, and Conny View definition in a new window says “Oh no, he broke his leg.”

Luckily, puppy bones are indeed made out of rubber and spring. Leo didn’t break anything. Close inspection revealed he was quite alright. He limped for about five minutes, and was back to his usually jumpy self in no time. He didn’t even hold a grudge.

I learned my lesson, though. I insured the dog.

At least pets don’t have to go through an H.M.O.

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