When I come home, I usually take Lydia for a walk because she loves the outdoors and hates being cooped in all day. Usually during these walks she gets running so fast that she'll trip over her sandal, a rock, etc and fall down. I try and remind her to take it easy, but to no avail.
Lately she has been carrying this ball that she is pretty fond of on our walks. On this particular day last week, she was having a tough time staying up for some reason (probably a combination of her being so excited to be outside and her attempting to catch her ball that she never manages to hold on to). She must have fallen at least 4 times. With her last fall, she wasn't too happy and I decided she had been through enough.
As she cried, I comforted her and carried her back to the apartment. I climbed up the stairs and set her down. When she saw the door she got really excited and with the ball in front of her darted full sprint at the door. At this point I was too far away to prevent what was about to happen and so I stopped, watched, and laughed as that ball ricocheted her off the door pushing her in the opposite direction and slamming her into the ground.
I think both of us were crying when we came in the door, her because of pain and me because of excess laughter.