The Missing Leg of Dax
“Where did you leave it Dax?”, the hubby asked.
“I don’t know Gus. Just took it off to relax with me sandwiches for a moment.”, I replied as he helped me hobble to a bench.
“I’ll go and have a look. You’ll be ok?”
“Got a left hook like Ali.”
He rolled his eyes, smiled, left me with a soft kiss.
Twenty minutes later, he arrived back empty-handed. We sat deflated. An excitable collie rounded the corner holding my leg in their mouth. My leg was chewed half to bits.
“I’ll call that medical crowd so.” I smiled to Gus.
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