Licking our wounds

Just a quick update to say that Luc and I have spent the last week back at my parents' house in DC. I have lots of pics and updates, but for now, I will share a cute story from several weeks back. 

About three weeks ago, Lucy and I were out for our evening walk, enjoying the relative coolness of Columbus'  late afternoons. As we approached a corner, I heard someone shouting from behind us, "She got away! Watch out!" I turned and there was a black dog bolting across the yard heading right for us. Before I could react, the dog was growling, lunging and seemed to be biting Lucy. I shouted and tried to push it away, but was grossly ineffective. Instinctually, I hurled myself on top of Luc--putting myself between her and the dog. Probably not the smartest move, but it was successful. 

The owner caught up to us and pulled the dog away. "I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Is your dog okay?" Part of me felt like I should have reprimanded him for not controlling his dog, but I sort of just nodded and rushed off with Lucy, eager to get away and assess the damage. Luckily neither of us had been bitten, but my knee was bleeding quite a bit from when I'd thrown myself on the ground. Mostly I was just pissed off that this dog had potentially ruined my progress with getting to Lucy trust other dogs. *grrrrrr*

Back at the house, I sat down on my bed to put a bandaid on my knee. Lucy was eager to help...

Brings new meaning to "licking your wound"

You messed with the wrong girl! 

The next afternoon, Lucy and I were playing Chase-Fetch (aka the most fun game ever) in the apartment. Chase-Fetch works like this: I throw Alli (the stuffed alligator), Geoff (the stuffed giraffe), and Dino from the living room onto my bed and Lucy runs after them, leaps onto the bed, collects the toy, and then runs around the apartment until I catch her. We've played this game probably 100x and neither of us had ever gotten injured. On this particular day, however, Lucy slipped as she attempted a flying leap for the bed and smashed into the wooden frame, flipping onto her back, and landing with a loud thud. She laid there, whimpering and crying as I rushed into the room. When my poor girl attempted to get up, she faltered, then hobbled on three legs to her bed. 

My little diva, moments before she made
a miraculous recovery 

My poor girl. Based on her SUPER fast
 recovery time, I think she was more stunned than hurt.

As I lay next to her, stroking her leg, consoling her, Lucy started to once again clean my knee. The obsessive photographer mom that I am, I documented her adorable-ness on camera....

Lucy looks at her own wound --> Remembers my wound -->Decides to clean my wound while I stroke her leg

It was a small, simple moment that reminded me just how lucky we are to have each other--both totally devoted to protecting and caring for the other. Brings new meaning to reciprocity (though I didn't lick Lucy's wound).

p.s. While I contemplated a trip to the dog ER and researched broken legs, Lucy hopped up, grabbed her toy, and ran into the living room as if to show me that she was still the winner of this round of Chase-Fetch!

"I win!"