...I'll see you in the fall. Over the bunny fence I mean.
I have a rule: must have one hand free for balance when stepping over Clovie's fence. Broke my rule, broke no bones.
Jeez, these humans are clumsy!
I had Clovie's water crock in one hand and a few oats in his food crock in the other. I got one foot over and then caught the toes of my other foot on the fence and lost it. The water went flying, the oats went flying and so did I. I landed on a metal/wire shelf, one you can put together like tinker toys, and flattened it. I looked for Clovie, hoping he hadn't been flattened too. Fortunately, he'd high tailed it to a spot behind his cage, and before the dust (and fur) settled he was out Hoovering up the spilled oats.
Four multicolored bruises, chartreuse to deep purple.
All four of our family have fallen over that fence. Me twice. One very deep gouge in our beautiful cherry wood floor. For the love of Clovie! Ours cannot be the only clumsy household, can it?