So I take the dogs for a hike every day. And every day for the past five days there has been this hole in the middle of the trail. The kind of hole dug by a dog or coyote after a mole or whatever might be living in the dirt. So every day for five days I step around this hole, which is about the size of a bowling ball but twice as deep. As I pass, inevitably either Frat Boy or Cali will stop to stick their nose in the hole, add a few half hearted swipes at it, and then bored, they pass right on by.
Today about five yards before the hole, both dogs took off running and barking. So I tell myself as I look up “don’t forget the hole, don’t forget the hole”. But as I look up I see that both dogs are chasing down a very cute guy on a bike and his very cute dog. So I get distracted yelling at the dogs to stop.
You see where I’m going with this, right?
Sigh. I’m yelling “get back here” and waving to the cute guy so he knows we’re not out to kill him, and …
I fall into the hole.
Hand to heaven. You can’t make this stuff up, you just can’t…
I think tomorrow I’ll take another trail. I’m not ready to face cute guy any time soon.