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[eye_of_a_cat]

The first day after the clocks change, when it's light enough to go running in the evenings after work, and I... fall over the dog and twist my ankle. It's swollen up impressively, and now I'm limping about like one of the Ringwraiths in the Bakshi-animated Lord of the Rings. (If you haven't seen the Bakshi-animated Lord of the Rings, then neither do you want to.)

I can't afford to phone in injured to work, so I'm hoping my boss will take pity on the lame and let me spend most of my shift sitting on the floor sorting out the Anthropology journals. Teaching will be easier, since I can sit down through the whole class, and simultaneously more frustrating, since I usually don't sit down through the whole class. Tomorrow's tutorials will be conducted without any kneeling on tables or pacing about between the class and the whiteboard. Bah.

But, mostly: the dog. How did I not see the dog? And more importantly, how many of my colleagues and students will believe me if I make up a story in which I twisted my ankle doing something world-changing and heroic?

Comments

[elettaria.livejournal.com]

Yes, but what happens if she implies that she was having sex and her flatmate lets slip that the accident involved the dog? Also, you know what gossips her department is full of, imagine how long it would take to live that one down. (Especially if people think it was bestiality.)

This icon represents the size of dog it's reasonable to trip over because you didn't see her, especially since they like to lurk just behind your ankles. Maybe the dog is in fact a witch and can become invisible or something? actually, from what you report, getting that dog to behave *is* something world-changing and heroic.

Virtual tea and sympathy, hon, and I hope you did sensible things with ice and rest.

[eye-of-a-cat.livejournal.com]

Honey is about knee-height (although incredibly long, due to her squid heritage; she can put her front paws on my shoulders when she stands up on her back legs). We were playing Bounce The Toy Rhino Off The Landing Steps, though, so I can't even pretend I didn't see her.

She's currently developed an obsession with carpet underlay. The carpet itself, she carefully removes and lays aside, but she'll drag huge portions of underlay up the stairs to her basket. We've tried spraying everything with that anti-dog-chew stuff, but she just licks it off. It's a good thing this dog is cute.