Enough time has passed where the situation is funny to me and I thought you guys might enjoy it. A while ago I stumbled upon an article/video where these people decided to test the loyalty of their dogs by pretending to faint on a walk. Most of the dogs just kept walking or ran off. Needless to say there were a lot of shocked and disappointed owners lol! Strangely Teller has always been very, very good about this. I've slipped and fallen more times than I'd care - yeah, clumsy - to admit on hikes or camping trips and he's always right there by my side licking and/or acting like a platform on which I can pull myself up. Forgets every good manner that's been trained into him when there are new friends to meet but damn if he won't come to my aid when I've fallen. Dogs. Go figure. Well, enter Super Bowl Sunday. Naturally all you non-Yanks will shake your heads and say, 'Americans and football...' or go, 'Huh?' I don't usually care about football but the Super Bowl is a time to drink and be merry. Joyful that the Patriots had lost and mildly intoxicated I decided it was a perfect time to take zooming, wiggle-butt Teller for a nighttime walk. Halfway through the walk T unexpectedly gives a jerk of the leash having spotted some nocturnal animal or another; it had been raining all day and everything was slick. Drunk + darkness + wet grass + excitable, 80 lb lab = recipe for disaster. If you guys needed one, that is... I slip, striking the curb so hard with the outside of my thigh that I rolled onto my back - in the street, mind you - stunned. What does my caring, loyal pup do? Runs away, of course! He can't get out of there fast enough and no, he won't heed my calls because why on earth would he? Meanwhile even through the numbing effects of alcohol I am close to crying because of the extreme pain, which, I haven't done since I was a child. The dog is nowhere to be found at this point. When I finally manage to stand again and limp around calling for him it's like he's disappeared into thin air. I am near-hysterical worried he's run into the street and will be hit by a drunk driver. After freaking out and calling him a bit more I start off home. I hope he's either gone back without me and if not plan to hop in my car since I'm not covering much ground with my injured leg. As I reach the end of the street my phone rings. It's a local number and I answer fearing the worst. - Hi, is this Teller's owner? - Yes. Is he okay? - Oh, yes! He showed up at our door wanting to be let in and still had his leash attached so I figured he just got loose. He's a very friendly and well-behaved boy, walked right into our house and wanted to give us kisses. I don't know if I was more a) overjoyed or b) furious. I guess equal parts both? I get their address and it's the house next door to the one I fell in front of. The ass must have wandered up to their house while I was writhing on the ground in pain. I'd like to think he went for help but more than likely he saw people moving about inside and thought he could con this elderly couple out of some food. I was ranting at him the entire walk home, most of the things unfit for polite company. I even made him sleep in his own bed - horrors! - but he somehow wormed his way into my bed after I had fallen asleep and was sure to cuddle me. All in all I have a moderately serious muscle contusion that will take weeks to heal and makes it incredibly painful to walk, move, or bend my leg. Oh, and one extremely bad boy. Pictured: Satan's dog, probably.
That face was definitely asking for help. Definitely. Dial 911, you fools! My hooman's broken!! Wondering if I should test the mock faint thing. I know from much experience of falling over in the snow that I normally end up with a bundle of Labs on me, but that's probably more because of all the noise I'm making. I wonder what would happen if I fell quietly. I think it's time to dig out the GoPro
That is the best part of the story What a rat bag, but a well-behaved little rat bag. I'm very sorry to hear about your leg, that sounds very painful. Lucky you didn't break anything at least, and hey, at least you had the endorphins of the Patriots not winning to tide you over
I passed out in our kitchen once at 3am. Stanley didn't even get out of his bed. He sat looking at me like really mam.. do you have any idea what time it is!
That is so funny, you really have a way of telling a story. And I love the picture - is he laughing? I fell once trying to catch Maisy and another dog, neither of whom would come to us owners and both dogs just ignored us and kept playing! Priorities I guess.
Aww I'm sure he went to that house to get help for you. Haven't you ever seen Lassie? I can, rather smugly, report that when I tripped and banged my knee on a rocky path, Coco didn't leave me! I couldn't stand and was crawling so slowly, sobbing with the pain, along the bumpy, gorse bush lined path, Coco sticking close to me. It was only 100 yards to go, but took 20 minutes. I thought I'd broken something and had to drive home in a manual car without shifting gear. I've tried the fainting trick with Belle, to try and get her to come back - nada!
OH tried the collapsing trick the other day. The Pig wandered over, wagged her tail vaguely, went for a little pocket-snorkel and when satisfied no tissues to be stolen, yawned and went to bed I do not think we have a Lassie here.
Whenever I've fallen the two girls come running to me, all concern. My little chap just takes the chance to leg it.
I cut my finger while making dinner yesterday and it hurt a lot so I was doubled over holding a towel on it and Quinn did come over and sniff my face and inspect the towel so I might have some hope if I were to fall!
I’m very curious to see how Duggan reacts to my daughter swimming this coming summer. He follows her everywhere, probably in hopes of a free snack. My wife pretended to drown this past summer and he just swam circles around her looking for his stick (fake wood).
When I tripped and broke my collar bone my darling Moo got her ball and dropped it by me as I lay in the floor. She expected me to throw it for her.
