Well Mom, I'm okay, but I fell down this morning when I was walking the dogs. Poppy was being a bit of a poop today and when I was switching hands and repositioning them around on their leashes she slowed down and I tripped on her. Didn't get hurt, but felt pretty stupid sitting there in Don and Addy's driveway. Cinnamon immediately lay down, like a good girl, and Poppy emoted "Oh, look, you're down where I can jump on you and lick your face and smear your glasses." We picked ourselves up and dusted ourselves off and a neighbor slowly drove up the street and asked if I was okay--he'd been down the road and had seen me topple over in his rear view mirror. [Sigh] I told him thanks, I was okay, but I wish he hadn't seen that. . .