My human pet lacks coordination. It's always been quite easy to lure her down the hallway at 6:00 in the morning, roll over onto my back, and have her trip over my fluffy belly. The pet has now learned to wait and to step over me, but just because she's evolved doesn't mean I stop trying. I had taken great pride in that devious skill, until I read this article at the Los Angeles Times.
Apparently, according to the CDC, 86,000 people are injured every year in falls related to their pets.
And here, I thought I was above being a statistic.
Now, with a little puppy running around, it's even more obvious that this house is statistic-bound. The human pet has fallen in the backyard at least three times now when she has taken the little war god out for his bathroom break. He runs full speed at her, weaving in and out of her legs, and when she is not looking, he lunges for her ankles. Canine and homo sapien become a tangled mess of slobbering, panting, rolling, and let's not forget, cussing.
Maybe we pets could make some sort of X-games sport out of this. I see potential.
Have you given your human pet a good trip lately? I would love to hear about it. Leave it in the comments today, and let's swap details.