I love my dog. I love my SO. BUT, sometimes the two of them together, can be dangerous! They are both wild men, and, I’ve got my hands full!

This morning I was in the yard with my beautiful boys-

It was finally a fairly warm day, so everyone was excited to get out and play! I started playing around with my pup, Baden, just being goofy. He decided to run over and play with “dad.”

I stood, watching and decided, I’m feeling young (I’m not that young, but had a little pep in my step 🤪). I started running all around the yard, dog chasing and darting back and forth!

And, then it happened. Daddy yelled “get the momma” (yes, we say this, and yes, it’s from the old show the dinosaurs for anyone old enough to remember).

All I see is my 90 pounder, charging right at me (I wasn’t worried, bc he usually just runs right by and circles back). But, then, I see the look in his eyes....

They were wide, huge, and had a sprinkle of psycho in them! Before I knew it, I was hit! Swept my feet right out from under me, causing me to crash down (luckily, I didn’t break my old lady hips 😂)!

This was literally me....his 90 pounds, coming at me at like 30 mph...flipped my 120 pound frame up into the air. Somehow, I’m only a little sore, other than my ego. My SO was dying laughing, while trying to make sure I was okay. My poor dog knew he hurt me and laid down in the grass next to me (awww!) My SO was still laughing,

And says, how did that even happen...to which I replied, I knew I was in for it...you should have seen his eyes! He had crazy eyes! And, we all sat in the grass, laughing, trying to get it together! I love my family...