Fun at the dog park, until...

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Led to this...






















Yesterday the husband and I got the bright idea to take the dogs to the off-leash dog park. It seemed like they needed a good run around.

Here they are running and frolicking and chasing tennis balls.











































They look like they're having a good time, no? Well maybe it just too good of a time. The husband threw the ball, Jones (the golden retriever) took off after it and clipped my leg.

So the fun trip to the dog park was followed by a not so fun trip to the Emergency Room.

Diagnosis? Definite sprained ankle (which I kind of guessed by the egg-size lump on my ankle) and a possible break in one of the bones in my foot. I get a fun trip to the orthopedist (hopefully tomorrow) to find out for sure.

Good times.