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I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out for a walk the other day.

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Or rather, I tried to… as all he wanted to do was sit.

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Granted we’d just had rain and things were a little wet, as proved by this photo of our newly completed deck I lined up and photographed.

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As this was happening, His Lordship spotted a woodchuck in the day lilies and it started squealing.

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I pivoted, climbed to the second step, took a picture and then the Tasmanian Devil I had at the end of the leash decided to wind around my legs and make a dash at the chuck. This resulted in me stumbling off the steps, getting wrapped up in the leash and falling butt first in the flowers.

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See the large depression to the left? That was me and my ever expanding posterior.

I’m not sure who scared off the woodchuck, but I’m guessing it was the sight of my giant behind coming straight at him that made him beat feet.

No worries. I picked myself up, dug around the bushes for my phone and went inside where all was well.

Until I woke up the next day with intense pain on the right side of my bad knee.

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Something’s torn or strained or pulled because walking is painful and flexing my ankle makes me grimace.

As you can see, Lord Dudley was completely unharmed.

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