Girl, Rottweiler, injury

So I have noticed, most dogs, when a human of any sort is crying can't stand it and rush over to complete strangers without even realizing it. Looking, bumping, licking, these people because they know something is wrong. Moses is some kind of strange hybrid of these qualities. 

If I am depressed and crying, Moses lays down beside me, farts and rolls over the other direction. Now if anyone else is crying, Moses is an attentive friend, he nudges hands and links fingers and tries to sit on top of said sad person. But within the family? He could care less.

Which brings me to our walk two days ago.

My mother had gone skiing and I said Mo and I would go and walk the dog park. Note: we live in an environment with bushels of snow. That's right, bushels. I thought the dog park would be fine. So after stretching in bed for a few glorious moments, I looked at the large rottweiler on the bed and said the five most inspiring words in the history of creation,  "Do you want to go?"
Moses jumped of the bed and wagged his tail, tilting his head at just the correct angle to say, you said go. I want to go. Go now. Stop with socks. Let's go! Are we going in the car?  I love the car! Are we taking the leash? I love the leash! Are we going to the dog park? I love the dogpark!
At this point, dressed in my college sweat pants and an anime t-shirt, I pulled on my sneakers with Lieutenant gets-in-the-way. He weaved in and out of my legs best ad he could well I tried to climb the stairs.
After another moment or two or nine, my handsome friend and I traversed the back yard and driveway to my VW Bug. He hopped in and we were off on an adventure.

The four minute drive to the dog park (which is more like a short canyon hike), seemed excruciating for the puppy. He wagged his tail, panted, made the Big Dog stance at dogs on the street. I pulled into a parking spot and let him out.

That's when I noticed the sheet of ice below my feet. Three things went through my mind. 1. That's ice. 2. My rottweiler weighs 120 lbs. 3. Crap.

I felt Moses pull in excitement and my body skid across the ice. After using my butt and weight as anchors Mo eventually stopped. The bruising and bashing I felt just made me a little grumpy.
"Dum dum!" I screeched. 
Moses looked back at me, yes?
I stood up and tried, semi successfully, to reach my car door. Luckily for me, a nice man in the truck next to me slammed it for me. I looked at him in appreciation, "thanks!"
He grinned, "don't forget to lock it. And careful on your way down the hill."
I clicked the button and again, Moses and I were off.

But not very far.

At the beginning of the dog park there is a little trail and lots of trees and wouldn't you know ice, buckets, layers, blankets, of ice.
Moses, who Is normally quite good on a leash, pulled hard. I felt myself about to fall. And I made a split second decision. My face is more important then my hand.
I reached out and grabbed the first tree I could. Moses stopped and I swayed. The lurch hurt. I glared down at the dog who sensed my mood and turned away.  It was only the beginning of the walk and I had fallen on my butt once and now I was clinging to a spindly tree.

A women and her two male companions that were on the little trail behind me asked, "Are you alright?"

I laughed, "I'm fine!"

"You sure?"
"Yup, I got it," I pulled my hand off the tree and slid the rest of the way down the way. Moses kept giving me strange looks, we usually run this. Why aren't we running?

I glared down at the puppy, "you sir are completely useless."

He wagged his tail. Eventually we got to the off leash area and I let him off leash. And being the good dog that he is he moved to my left side and walked beside me for a bit. Just to make sure I was ok with him running off. He licked my hand, and I let out a little (okay) a big shriek as pain shot up my arm. He ran off like it was hilarious and I looked at my hand. My hand which I was pretty sure shouldn't have a stick in it. My hand that was bleeding profusely.
I stared at it. And clapped, "well doesn't that explain everything?"
Clapping hurt. Bad. I'm not saying I'm a highly intelligent individual.... i just loose my brain on occasion.
I pulled the stick out of my hand and cried, while my helpful little brother bounced around trying to play with any dog that came up the path. Several of those dogs, came up and loved on me. But not my dog.

Can I say I'm a little bitter?