Roby took a dive off the deck today. It was my fault every time I looked at that massive gap and didn’t immediately barricade it. So now I get to look at her puffy, wounded face for the next, however long it takes her to heal, and think about why I ought to take care of things immediately, and not later. Plus, I can be reminded of that very simple fact whenever I look at my wedding photos, because she’ll likely have a rosey cheek in those, too. 
Maybe it’ll be less visible in black and white.