My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning!

So this morning I took the dogs out for their usual morning walk when a man with his dog came jogging along...

You see the pavement at the bottom of the picture? Well that is where I was standing when Sydney and Dixie simultaneously pulled and I was swept completely off my feet (not in a good way) and I was pulled all the way to the street. I originally fell to my knees when Syd looked over her shoulder at me with some concern; she saw that I was okay and kept pulling thus I went from my knees to being completely horizontal sliding on the grass (The sprinklers were just on so the grass was slippery thus the reason I could not get any traction to stop the dogs). I looked like a batter sliding from 3rd to home plate. Finally right at the edge I dug my foot into the ground to stop them and it worked. Mean while, the other dog was perfectly well-behaved and the jogger was uncertain what to do so I just smiled held my head high and said "It's okay keep going." But internally I was MORTIFIED!! I was laughing and yelling at the dogs all at the same time - I was imagining what this must look like - really that stuff only happens in the movies/cartoons.

Also did I mention I was in my work clothes too?

Anyway, my morning did not start off on the right foot - in fact it didn't start out on any! Thus my horrible, terrible, no good, very bad morning! (BTW this is the title to one of my favorite children's book: Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day by Judith Viorst.)