I seem to be unable to walk my dog and deal with my cell phone at the same time.
Earlier this summer, the purple poop bag I was using to carry my cell phone split, and unbeknownst to me, the cell phone slipped through the hole. Lost for three hours.
Then yesterday, while my dog tugged mercilessly on the leash in a neighborhood suddenly overrun with bunnies, I decided to call my parents. Not smart if you “can’t walk and chew gum at the same time”.
As I was dialing and the dog was rabbit-obsessed, a large, low-hanging tree branch got in my way…
…right at eye level.
Forehead and nose scratched and completely dazed – “where did that tree come from?!” – I fell to the sidewalk.
My until-then wild dog came immediately over and sat until I picked up my cell phone and got back on my feet.
Between the dog, me and the phone…