After all of that dry, boring town meeting stuff, I needed some frivolity in my blog.  Well, it wasn’t funny at the time, but maybe it is now.

For several weeks I had to head to the bathroom when I didn’t need to go because if I waited until I did, it would be too late.   Aah…being injured is so much fun.  No wait.  No it’s not.

Three days before I fell, I had the worst headache I had had in years.  It made me so sick to my stomach that I had to go to bed.  My boys were very concerned for me that day.  They studied my face to see what was wrong.  I even noticed them stopping their fighting game to come over and take care of me.  I thought this was extremely sweet.

When I fell, though, they could not have cared less.  They stood in front of me when I tried to walk.  They attempted to drag me around the block.  They jumped on my cantaloupe-sized knees. I got no sympathy for my injuries from them at all.  So, what are the parameters for dog sympathy, I wonder?  It certainly isn’t falling.

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To find out how good my boys can be when they want to, pick up a copy of Dream Our World.  Everyone who has read it says that they keep reading it over and over, each time catching new details.  (Come on, give it a try!)

Dream Our World is available at Amazon.