Just call me Elmyra

Something happened the other day that I was too traumatized to tell. But now that it's a little bit behind me, I can see the humor in it.

I was giving Rocky a cuddle, and sometimes I get carried away - because I love him so much. So I was hugging him and gave him a squeeze...and he screamed. A sad little puppy-I'm-hurt-let-me-go scream. I dropped him down (gently) on our bed, while my eyes welled up with tears.

Luckily, Husband put him on the floor, and got him to run, and he was ok.

I felt a lot like this girl:

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xx E.

Ps. to make me feel better, Husband told me that once, he went to pat Rocky's head but poked him in the eye instead. I did feel better.