Tuesday, August 28, 2012
My dog has a hard head.
Ask me how I know! Sunday night, I was playing with Boomer - he was running around my mom's house, having a grand time just dashing around. As I knelt there, waiting for him to return - well - he returned. He hit me head on - skull to skull. I never saw it coming. He came from behind and just clocked me. It took me a little bit to get up. No one even knew it had happened - they were all either out on the porch or in the kitchen. When I finally felt like I could get up, I went and got myself an ice pack, then proceeded to the security of A's arms, crying because it hurt. It really freaking hurt. Dang dog has a seriously hard head. My sister was worried about a concussion, but I never lost conciousness. I think Boomer felt bad - poor dog was just playing. But DAMN his head is hard.