Also known as how I got a concussion from my dog.
I borrowed a fancy-pants camera from my friend Margi for our trip to Arizona. I haven't returned it to her yet and I thought that tonight I would take some photos of Mingus while out on a walk. We've had a lot of new snow over the last week or so and I thought it would be a pretty background for my cute canine.
Little did I know that this activity would leave me with a swollen cheek and a really sore head.
I crouched down, in the trail, and called Mingus to come and see me. He came barreling at me, sprinting along the path. I just assumed he would deke around me or stop in front of me. But no. He ran full-tilt into my face. Check it out:
He knocked me over into the snowbank, D90 camera flying and I was seeing stars. It's the most painful head knocking I have taken in some time. Of course, as soon as I stood up, I took a photo of myself:
So I am off to bed with what I suspect is a low-grade concussion. If my cheek bruises impressively enough I will document that in the coming days. Until then - goodnight.