When you’re playing on the swings in the park (because isn’t that what everyone does while walking the dog?) and you’re getting kind of into it when you’re husband says:
"Whoa Les! Don’t you think you’re getting kind of high there? Maybe you should settle down."
This may or may not have anything to do with the time I broke my ankle at work by falling off a two foot high step-stool or the three times I’ve fallen down the stairs in our house (once resulting in a broken toe). It definitely does not have anything to do with the other night when I was playing on the slide (because isn’t that what everyone does while walking the dog?) when the dog decided to follow – slam into me mid-slide, knock me head-first into the sand upon reaching the bottom, jump on my back and then crash into the dirt herself.
Seriously, Kevin was very lucky to survive the brain anerysm he suffered from laughing so hard.