However, spouse does immediately fall, dead weight, onto said king sized, pillow top, extra high bed. And, again, here's proof I didn't cut physics class in high school. Not unlike a marble on a trampoline, immediately the toy poodle is heaved from the bed onto the cat, who has now escaped onto the floor. Being a nurse, I immediately perform triage. FEMA is not called out.
Wife is happy husband's head is intact.
Husband is happy wife's nose isn't broken. Poodle's potty training took a step backwards that night. And, in all the confusion the cat was not dismembered by the German Shepherd. Now, that's a word that can no longer be used to describe the Shepherd. Seems that my husband just had no sense of humor when push came to shove.