We've had Camelot-like weather in Portland, which is to say it's only rained at night; the days have been fine and clear. As a result, Gabbie's been back to play more.
The other day, she and Charlie were zooming around the yard, playing chase, when Charlie turned and streaked towards me. I expected him to veer off at the last minute, as usual, but I guess he'd decided to go through my legs... at full speed... without them being particularly open...
What's that phrase... a** over teacup? Well, anyway, down I went, fortunately more surprised than hurt. And Charlie and Gabbie raced on.
Maybe I won't encourage that wind-through-my-legs trick quite so much anymore. :)
