Welcome to my life.
We have this bouncy dog named Molly, who because of our work schedules spends most of the work week inside napping on a couch/bed/what have you. In the winter, it is too dark at night for us to take her out on long involved "proper" walks, as we live in the country and would probably break our necks trying to take her out and about much further than our yard. Because of this, weekends are usually declared as "Molly Days", which include good 40 to 60 minute walks.
Molly knows the word "walk" and the word "leash". Say these words together and she starts spinning aroun in circles, hopping up on hind legs to peer at the counter where her leash is kept, and gently nudging you towards the door. Snap a leash on her collar and she is grabbing hold of the end and tugging it while she heads towards the front door.Since we are in the country, we walk along the gravel roads that run behind our property. These head out to the fields, mostly corn. Once out there, we can let her loose, and she romps around in the fields and ditches, looking for mice, rabbits, fluff, imaginary creatures, anything she can think of. We headed out this morning in the nice snow flurry that was coming down pretty thick. Once we got to our half-way mark, we headed back, just like normal. (yeah, I know. I am not normal.)
As we turned the last corner, there apparently was a patch of ice covered by snow. Now, I knew that this was here. But, apparently I forgot about this as I was be-bopping along with Zelda (my ipod), singing along watching Molly and looking out for any stray cars that might be zipping along the back roads. No big deal, I do it all the time.
Next thing I know, I am lying on my back, looking up at the snow sky, still singing along mind you. Molly comes scampering over to offer assistance by licking my face and snorting at me. It doesn't take long for me to realize that I have obviously slipped on the ice and landed on my backside. Suddenly, I am struck by the absurdity of the situation. I mean come on, I am lying there, arms and leg straight down, dog scampering about me, getting pelted by snow flakes, and I am STILL singing along with my ipod. If anyone ever needed a video camera, that was the time.
Then of course I start laughing. A lot. I try to get up but the ice is slick, so I really end up just kind of rocking about, body parts flailing about pathetically. Eventally I am able to escape and make my way home.
My husband takes one look at me and voices his concern. I am covered in snow/mud/lord knows what else, tears running down my face (due to lauging so hard) and am snorting and snuffling. Once he is able to rule out serious bodily harm, he pats me on the head and says he is heading off to school to take care of some things, leaving me to clean myself up.
Of course as I write this, I can't help but wonder what the local farmers would have thought had they come across me, lying there in the road, incapacitated with serious fits of giggling. And what if I hadn't been able to get myself up right? Would I still be lying there, singing along with the ipod? Would Molly have pulled a Lassie moment, and run up to the house barking out for help? Would my husband have figured it out? ("What's that girl? She is stuck on an ice patch in the road?")
Then I wonder if my "clone" has ever been "stuck" like that. You'll have to fess up Corine!
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