The dog got away from me today. The big one who does not stay near the house when she flees. I knew my one shot was to catch her quickly. She made it through the woods and into the next neighborhood. And people at the playground watched as I was clearly chasing a dog trailing a leash and calling her name. I got my chance when she huddled down to poo. I leaped into the air and grabbed her harness. I twisted my ankle in the process. And as I limped back home towards the woods those same people said, "Oh, you caught your dog." Wow.
As I limp around getting Keegan ready Jeff is cooking dinner. Chili for later in the week (always better when the flavors meld) and paninis and orzo salad for tonight. Maybe this injured gig isn't so bad after all.