Yesterday, the doorknob broke. And my loverly canines decided to try to run off. Dale, my pit made it out. I got the door shut, and tried to catch her. Then the bloody wind blew the door back open and my shepherd, Duece tried to run too, but I managed to grab his scruff when he ran into me. That, I soon learned was a bad idea. We both fell off the porch. I hit the ground and he landed on me. Now I have a patch the size of a 50 cent piece on my knee and one the size of a quarter on my elbow (that is oozing puss. I know, gross) that are burning intensely and I can't move or walk without the sharp pain of the wounds coursing through me! *sigh* Mommi! I gotta boo boo! I need a bandaid! *Sniffle*