Get a dog , it's good for you, you'll get fitter - or so they say. HA!

Since getting Lilly both Damian and I have both been damaged by her. Well more like, damaged because of her.

I've told you in the past about Damian going arse-over-tit when she decided to swerve in front of him whilst running on a beach. This ended up with a trip to the docs, and then to the specialist to have his rather swollen knee drained. This month it was my turn.

I will admit it wasn't truly her fault, buuuuut....... if we didn't have a dog I wouldn't be sat here trying to type this story, and put the magazine together, with a wrist in a metal brace. Let me tell you more...

We were out in the park, Lilly on her lead snuffling about in the undergrowth when 2 dogs, not on leads, came running over to her. Unbeknownst to me Lilly had had dealings with one of them before, and didn't take too kindly to its rambunctiousness. She decided to take off running, but instead of running forwards she headed backwards and around my body. 

Unfortunately my hand, which was firmly attached to the lead, got yanked in the opposite direction to its normal movement, and, hey presto - a four hour wait in A&E with a suspected broken wrist! The long wait meant Damian got to amuse himself by sending out this Facebook post:

One x-ray, some very squished cartilage and a bit of ligament damage later, we headed home to be greeted with the waggiest of tails and big dopey smile. All was promptly forgiven.