The fall didn't seem too bad. There was hardly any pain and my extremities seem to work with one exception: my lower right leg. It doesn’t want to move. It didn't hurt and I don’t think it’s broken, but I have no idea what happened. Maybe I am stunned. Since there was a sturdy tree about 8 feet behind me and to my right. I roll and crawl to it. I hope to use it as a crutch to stand up, get my wits about me, and head home.
I manage to keep all three leashes on my left wrist through the fall and aftermath. That wasn't a problem. The dogs seemed as stunned as I was. They stay quiet. Anyone who knows these guys or Keeshonds knows how rare that is. The dogs behave wonderfully, quiet and concerned. I had interrupted their game and they want me to play again.
After I get to the tree I try to haul myself up. I quickly realize my right leg is a very large dead weight. After a frustrating minute or so I give up, and just roll on my back on the lawn to think things over.
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