My little heart dog Finn was on my lap this morning . . . and I was back from hiking and wearing nylon windbreaker pants . . . and the poor little guy slid off my lap and landed hard on his side on the sunroom stone floor. He stood up completely surprised, then limped/hunched away as fast as he could like he had done something terribly wrong. I felt like the most evil dog abuser in the world. Lots of love and cuddling and apologies, and he seems to be fine (went back to playing within a few minutes), but oh I still feel horrible.