My leg is sore; I obviously need pizza to help me recover.
Last night I dreamed that Tierce had chewed through his leash and got hit by a car. I was frantic, because I didn’t have my phone and didn’t know where it was and I had to choose between leaving him in the street and finding my phone so I could call Mischa to rush us to the vet.
Mischa thinks it’s because I was so frightened about Tierce’s leg yesterday. He seems okay today; last night he was weight bearing more – his leg is still obviously sore, but I don’t think anything’s torn or broken or out-of-place.
Funny things our minds do to us.
