All Things Profane and Sacred

Well it finally happened. I took Jude out for a bike ride today and he tried to kill me. We were pedaling along nicely when he suddenly stopped, and then shot off for the side walk, ripping the leash out of my hands and landing me on the cold hard ground. I think I got off pretty lucky-nothing is bleeding and I managed to corral the wild beast. Still, I have the feeling that walking is going to be very difficult tommorrow, and it will take a while to pick the gravel out of my poor, unprotected hands. On the plus side, all my toenails are firmly inside my toes, so it could've been worse.