Bark, Bark . . Marjorie's Fallen in The Well

Meet Glory. She's our big black dog - maybe an Australian Shepherd mix. She's pretty awesome but when it comes to helping me with MS, well, let's just say being a service dog is not her calling.

I'm pretty sure Glory has some kind of radar that tells her to go to the exact location where I plan to walk and block my path. I can't lift my right leg over her and she stares at me like "what? what's your problem?" Then when I ask her nicely to move she makes such a commotion. "I hate to be such a hassle but can I get by?" 

My lapdog

Glory and Christofer are the ultimate bed warmers

Can you see her?

My balance has been better lately but my mobility still stinks. This leads to frequent falls. Yesterday I was home alone and making lunch. I was walking back to the fridge with my hands full. Glory was sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor. My left leg moved forward thinking my right leg was moving forward to balance things out. But that wasn't the case. Right leg didn't get the memo and was still hanging back and there I went. Oh crap! Here goes another fall. Timber. . .  Catch yourself, roll into it, don't break anything. Splat onto the floor! The container of strawberries fell and strawberries went rolling all over the kitchen floor. Glory jumped up and stared at me like "what the hell are you doing?" No "bark, bark Marjorie's fallen in the well" no attempt to comfort or console me. No whimpering. Just a look of "Are you crazy? Now get your tail up and pick up that mess?"

The only real casualty was a large strawberry squashed under my butt. That's nice. Good thing I was wearing black pants. Nothing too serious. Just a few bruises. By this time Christofer the cat had joined Glory as they watched me crawl around on all fours gathering strawberries. I'm glad I could provide some entertainment for my pets.

After dusting myself off, I escaped to my computer for a bit and who was in my chair but Christofer.

Um, Christofer, can I have my chair?

Well, sometimes they're a pain but I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world!

If a tree falls in the forest . . . If Marjorie falls in the kitchen . .  at least my four legged friends heard it!