I Broke My Arm

And it’s a writer’s nightmare

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio: On Pexels

I have walked two seventy-five-pound dogs for years. One hundred and fifty pounds of Labrador Retriever pulling me in different directions. And I’m fine. I take care of my sister’s one-hundred-and-twenty-pound Golden Retriever.

No problem.

I walk a fifteen-pound lab puppy and I break my arm.