So... this is my husband's dog Mollie (notice how it is always the "bad kids" who are the husband's" kids? Funny how that works.) Yeah, she's sweet and adorable and all that, but she's also a little stinker. Saturday she peed in the middle of the hallway (she's never done that before). I was in a hurry and was moving very fast, slipped and went flying. I sprained my right knee badly, as well as my big toe and thumb, bruised my right hip and shoulder and wrenched every muscle in my upper torso. I am stuck in bed and my right knee is in a brace and all the little moppet wants to do is lay on me where it hurts the most.