So, It sounded like more fun in my head . . . we were at my brother's house on Saturday for a family party. My brother has a new dog (check out above photo). He is a two year old Great Dane. Something happened in my brain - and I verbally said what would happen if I jumped on Cain, that is his name, while he was laying asleep on the floor? I know, I actually said that. What the heck was I thinking, or not thinking. Well, before I allowed myself to contemplate all the bad things that could go wrong with this faulty thinking, I was on my way, crawling quietly towards Cain, ready to pounce upon him and grab his neck. Can you see all the terrible things that could happen if you were to do something this stupid?? Without even a sound, I went for the grab, I must admit it was a nice grab, however, what I did not think through, besides the entire thing, was the fact that he snapped his head up and hit me full in the face with his head, causing my glasses to be smashed into my eye. Cain immediately pulled out of my hold, as I was now dazed by the enormous headbutt I just took to the face from the back of his head. He opened his mouth the size of my head, or so I am told, but he did not bite, lucky for me, or I would not be sharing this story with you today. Immediately my eye began to bleed from two places. My rimless glasses had cut my eyebrow, and near my nose. Cain just kept looking at me with the look that said, "man, what the hell were you thinking!" I got up and went to clean my eye. Then, I began to think the same thing that Cain was thinking. The only conclusion I have been able to come up with, is that I have an unconscious desire to find myself as a recipient of some Darwin Award. It seemed to me like it would be funny at the time I was on my way to jump Cain. It was only afterwords that I truly understood the meaning of the phrase "you should let sleeping dogs lay". I hope you can pick yourself up off the floor after this little story and remember to think things through completely before you leap. Peace
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