Life with Bull Terriers is never dull.  My back is feeling a lot better now.  Then last night Gavin leapt on the foot rest of my chair taking out my ankle, foot, and big toe in the process.   My big toe–bruised, my ankle–slightly sprained, my foot–scratched and bruised. 

     At least I can get around without a problem. 

     “I just hopped up with Mom like always.  Don’t know why she suddenly yelled, ow! Ow! Ow!”  Gavin hanged his head.

    “I hided in my crate so I couldn’t get blamed.”  Said Patty.

     “You always hides in the crate.”   Gavin said.