Yesterday, Savannah decided she had to go outside while her Daddy cleaned out our cars... and in most yards that wouldn't be a problem. But anyone who knows our driveway realizes that the last place Savannah needs to be is walking around on the steep incline that leads to our house.
I shot a few pictures of Savannah while she stomped around and called out "Doggie"... she had apparently spotted a dog walking on the road while I had stepped inside the house.
Before we knew it she was walking down the driveway... and the louder Pat yelled, the faster she decided to go. I could't chase after her because the last thing I need is to fall down our driveway so it was up to Pat to get her... and she fell before he reached her.
She got a little "road rash" on her arm, but I think it hurt her pride more than anything... and it will be the last time she gets to walk around outside for a while.