April 28, 2010

White Dog watched in horror as the tangle of Steve, Quinn and I tumbled to the floor. She growled at Quinn blaming him for the accident that left us in a heap this morning. Quinn is a silent underfoot, immediately behind your legs kinda boy. He sneaks up and stands waiting to be noticed; trouble is, sometimes you don't notice him until it is too late and you step on his foot or accidentally bump into him.

This morning Quinn lay in the doorway to the bathroom as I brushed my teeth; I knew he was there. What I didn't notice was when he shifted position to lie directly behind me, back against the open door, legs stretched between my planted feet. I turned and stepped on him, startling him enough so that he jumped up and knocked me off-balance. Steve (in the hall tying his neck wear under White Dog's supervision) saw me stumble and jumped over to grab me. The momentum and Quinn frenzying trying to get out of the way sent us all sprawling. My flailing arm whacked Steve across the face and sent his glasses flying. White Dog stood just out of the fray barking and threatening Quinn as though he had hurt us on purpose.

Once we untangled, we noticed Steve's nose looked a little crooked (and was bloody) and he had the beginnings of a huge bruise across his cheek. Quinn and I were ruffled and more embarrassed at our clumsiness than anything else. White Dog sat at Steve's side as we made an ice pack and stopped the bleeding. At White Dog's insistence we made a "just be sure that nose is not broken" trip to the doctor; it is not (just really swollen)! Tomorrow Steve will face no end of teasing at the office.

PLEASE send special prayers and positive energy over to the sweet Eskie gentleman and band leader, Mack of Mack and Sally Ann. We hear he is not doing well and it sounds pretty serious!


Prints the Cat said...

Oh dear! We hope everyone is okay!

I understand Quinn. We are alike. That is why my formal name is Mr. Prince Peepers. I siddle up to my parents and they have no idea I am next to them until they've almost stepped on me. Sigh. Why can't my parents be psychic and know when I am at all times.

TwoSpecialWires said...

We hope tomorrow starts out better, and wish that everyone forgives and forgets (and laughs about it, eventually.) In the meantime, we'll head over to check on Mack and Sally Ann.

With love and wirey wiggles
Jake and Fergi

Teddy Bear said...

Oh no!!! We hope your Daddy's face doesn't bruise too badly. I hope Mommy and Quinn are ok too.:) Everyone, watch out for sneaky Quinn!

Teddy Bear

Remington said...

Whoops -- got a little carried away there? Hope your daddy is okay....

Khyra The Siberian Husky And Sometimes Her Mom said...


I think Quinn needs to wear some bells!

Thanks fur the update on Mack - we'll head ovFUR


Ginger Jasper said...

Oh my goodness hope Steve is ok.. Mum and dad say they know just how you feel as I am always beind them and they stand on and trip over me.. Quinn like Khyra says need a bell.. MOL Hugs GJ xx

♥♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥♥ said...

Our humans have to constantly remind themselves to look for us before they back up or turn around or move because TD and Ciara are notorious for being in the way and not having any sense to move. Hope everyone will be OK.

Woos - Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

Sagira said...

Our thoughts are with Mack...

Oh no...that is horrible. Glad his nose isn't broken but must be sore. Ouchies!

Cappy the Eskie said...

We hope that everyone is okay. It must have been quite a scare.

I agree with Khyra’s advice about wearing bells. Ole Sneaky Pants Oliver has them attached to his collar.

Hugs and yips,

Amy and The House of Cats said...

Oh what a morning! We hope everyone has a better one tomorrow, and that Steve's nose is ok! The cats do that a lot - come up behind you so you don't know they are there, then you almost step on them.