Our little Petunia...all 60 lbs of her...likes to play a game where she STOPS on the step in front of you when you are trying to walk downstairs. Unfortunately, my husband, whom I will refer to as "Mr", got the worst of it. Just three steps from the bottom of the stairway Petunia stopped (in her usual fashion) but Mr. didn't. In order to prevent himself from completely tripping over her, he attempted...and the key here is ATTEMPTED...to step over her onto the next step. This didn't work. He tripped and landed on the hard tile floor with a twisted ankle and toes curled under. Mr. started his week with a sprained ankle, dislocated toe and horrible bruising on his little toe.
I warn you that the picture I am going to share is graphic and quite gruesome. You will also notice that Mr. doesn't get pedicures:)
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