Somebody is always tripping over our Yorkie. If it's not me it's somebody else. I've learned to walk with my eyes on the floor because he is always underfoot. I remember my mom falling over our Beagle a long time ago and my mom broke her arm. I remember being asleep in my bedroom and hearing the dog yelp. Well I came out screaming "What did you do to my dog" meanwhile my mom was on the floor with a broken arm crying. |