Splat

Today I had the brilliant idea to take my two huge labrador retrievers to the park to watch my husband coach a high school lacrosse game. When I arrived it was hailing and raining. I decide, well, I'm here, let's go boys. The three of us head out on to the field, which is slippery and wet. Mac (one of the labs) decides to run toward my husband on the field and play. I have no traction and I fall splat on my face. Then I roll over on my back and hold on to the leashes. People are stunned, I am laughing, and I am covered in mud. I didn't get to watch much of the lacrosse game.