Since it was Easter my grandparents were visiting. My father and I went on a walk with my grandfather. He is in a wheelchair. We have two small dogs. One dog saw a foreign dog also walking on this raised path. Breaking free from my grandfathers grasp, he ran away. My father and I took chase after the dog. Eager to catch up to the action, the other dog pulled my grandfather and his wheelchair down an embankment off this raised path. When my father and I turned around grandfather was gone. We found him on his back below us in a thorn bush.