[Note: This is a continuation of the stories from our journey through the Ozarks before we got to Cape Girardeau. The following story is no longer affecting Richard! ] Please enjoy the stories through the next several days as we make our way through southern Illinois. At our next computer opportunity, we will share our new stories. As a reminder, you can find the most up to date news on Facebook!
Ok. So back in California when Richard fell off the cliff with the two horses, people jokingly accused me of ‘pushing him’…. so we’d get press attention.
Well, I did it again. This time though, I only stepped out of a tack room.
First I wasn’t there.
Then I was.
AAAAAAHHHHH WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!! ….. was Satchmo’s reaction.
It just so happens that Richard happened to be holding up Satchmo’s foot putting his boot on so we could leave for the morning after our rest stop when Satchmo had this humongous reaction best reserved for a nuclear explosion.
I saw legs of both species intertwine, flail, go in all kinds of awkward directions…. and then Richard was rolling around on the ground under Satchmo in agony. You get the picture. It was bad.
We didn’t go anywhere….. AGAIN.
I spent the next three days helping Richard hobble around, ice his ankle, bring him water, and waiting to see how bad it really was.
Thank God- literally- that it was a sprain and not worse. It sure seemed worse at first. He is ok and we are quite grateful for that, but he will need to wear his ankle brace for some time. Too bad the press didn’t catch on to this one.
Satchmo- he realized he wasn’t going to die.