Last year I shared an embarrassing ice/dog related story here, and it instigated several others and we all got a good laugh. It seems there are several folks on the board these days who could probably use a good chuckle (myself included), just in time for this year's first ice/dog 'moments'.

Here's mine:

I took my dog to the park a few days ago. At this time of year, the little-league field is available so I go there every day to exercise my dog. I tend to go at odd times so I don't have to compete for the space, and stay only about 1/2 an hour so other folks can use the field too. This time, somebody was already using "my" field. He looked like he intended to stay awhile.

When the field is unavailable, that means I find an open spot and break out the 50 foot yellow rope. I hook one end of the rope to my dog's collar and hang on to the loop at the other end so that I'm technically complying with the leash ordinance, but can still play 'flying squirrel' and tire out my dog. Fortunately I throw like a girl so I rarely ever worry about running out of rope. It's not ideal but has been a good, reliable system.

on this particular day there was a breeze. I tossed the "flying squirrel" (there's irony in that name, as the squirrel+ice formula has long meant trouble for me) as per the usual, but this time the breeze carried my bad throw nice and far. I saw the rope playing out rapidly, and had time to think "oh sh**!" as my athletic, 98 pound dog tore after his toy. The next thing I remember is my foot slipping, and then flying through the air in a way I had not believed possible (followed closely by landing with an ungraceful thud, a surprising number of feet from where I started). My poor dog was so proud of himself for catching such a 'fabulous' throw in mid air until he turned around and saw me sitting in a heap, covered in snow and laughing like a fool. The look on his face was priceless: He stopped, cocked his head and then let the toy just fall from his mouth in a perfect doggie parody of "Wha....?"

It seems my unfailing gracefulness in snowy conditions continues to be enhanced by the relationship I have with my dog (who is a bit of a lummox in his own right).

Okay, I've quite willingly made a fool of myself again. Your turn

That brings up a lovely picture.

It reminds me of the little YouTube clip of the woman flying after the leaping Great Dane.

Ok here's mine-

So I have my two year old, 100lb Leonberger posted on a long-line and I'm tugging with her.

I didn't have my awesome long-line from Bende with me so I used my "just as good" cotton long-line.

Well I'm approaching her, she's barking and jumping at the tug, then she suddenly stops and looks at me.

So I back up so that she will become frustrated again and start barking.
So she turns around and flies to the end of the line at me and as she does this the line breaks.

Next thing I know my husband peeks outside to see if I am ok with a 100lb Leonberger on my face licking me as I am pinned to the ground....

And the moral of this story is don't use cheap equipment, wait until you have the good stuff!

The image of your story in my head just made me let out a snort of laughter that made my flatmate poke her head into the room to make sure I was okay XD


here's mine...from today actually

It's been rather icy the past week and this is the first day the roads have been clear. My dog kept giving me the "let's take the scooter out" bounce and since I've been in exam study mode the last few days he needed to burn off some steam. I made two stupid mistakes...the first was going out on the scooter which is a deathtrap even in the best of conditions, and the second was trying out the new harness on my dog, the one that fits him better and lets him pull to his full potential (it works...it works well)

Did you know that when razor scooters hit black ice at 17 mph they go airborne? Neither did I....they also develop magnetic attractions to telephone poles while in midair...I landed on my feet and was just congratulating myself on my cat like reflexes when the scooter bounced off the pole and clotheslined me...my dog, who's line had unhook like it's supposed to as soon as tension is off had gotten out of the way and watched this play out from the sidelines wagging his tail....the guy who's house I was scootering by at the time was in tears...

In June I was clipping a silver mini schnauzer. It was a great groom, going swimmingly as I clipped along. Pattern line, check, cleaned up feet, check, ears plucked check, curried, combed, beautiful, check. Call the owner who was just hopping in the car, check.

So I'm doing my final check and I decide I want to get a smoother line around the ears. Put the dog up on the table, grab my straight sheers, pinch the ear leather, and start trimming. A dog barked down the hall and my dog jumped and I sliced off the meat at the end of my thumb nearly completely through. OMG.... spurt, like out of a cartoon. I grab a papertowel and turn to look at my dog who has blood all over his pretty silver coat. I had to call my boss to rewash the dog while I was trying to get my bloody hand under control. I can only imagine what the owner thought as he pulled up and looked at me wrapping my bloody thumb in gauze and uddered the question "OMG? did he bite you?" I was so embarrassed I could have turned myself inside out.

Jamie,
Is the scooter alright?



I'm assuming you are doing fairly well since you still have a sense of humor and are still able to type.

 Quote: Jamie Craig

...I landed on my feet and was just congratulating myself on my cat like reflexes when the scooter bounced off the pole and clotheslined me...

I'll tell mine from last winter, as we haven't had any snow yet, and fingers crossed I won't have any better story to tell.

Ripley's go-to toy is his Orbee soccer ball. I tied a rope through the holes, which makes it easier for him to pick up and fling, and retrieve in the water. I usually kick it for him to fetch, just seems natural with a soccer ball and that way I don't have to touch the slime.

We got a big ice storm last winter, which left huge ruts and rock solid icebergs on the field in our park. We were having a great time playing in it that day, until "The Incident". I pulled back my leg to heave a mighty kick, and slammed my foot right into an iceberg. Hit it so hard that I went down. Turns out I broke 2 toes, and thus had to learn how to kick Soccer with my left foot.

Meredith: OUCH OUCH OUCH! though provided there had been something softer on the other end of that that would've been a great kick lol!


Debbie: I have a rather funny shaped bruise on my upper back (luckily just low enough for my shirt to cover since it looks like a line of hickeys) and of course deathscooter is perfectly fine. My parents told me years ago (when I was still in middle school) that if my scooter stopped being able to move forward they'd get me a new one....the thing bucks me off at times, introduced my roommate's face to pavement for no actual reason, and it hasn't had an actual brake for three years now but it still moves forward....

Don´t you just hate when things don´t brake when you need them to...