those stories are great!

i've yet to be dragged lying down, but in the first few weeks of having teagan she was overweight and i took her running regularly to get in shape. teagan has ox-like strength and for a chunky dog, ran FAST. i didn't have her on a prong yet and once she built up a head of steam on our runs, my control was....imperfect.

i just remember approaching an area of sidewalk repair with one lone board over the torn out portion, and an early worker (it was 6.30 am) standing on it as we approached. he looked up and saw us - me desparately trying to keep up with teagan and somehow reign her in - and jumped to safety as we went over the board and past him. i'm sure he only half-heard my apology as we flew past.

i put her on a prong the next time we went out.

Ok, now that I have wiped the tears off my cheeks, I have to say I'm really glad I live in an ice-free part of the country. 'cause I know any story with the combination of me, Chula and slick ice would not have a happy ending!

Alyssa, I think you win. Got any video?

Sadly, no.

I would pay good money to have that on video.

Kristel, Natalya, Alyssa, those stories are too funny!!! At least in retrospect.

A couple years ago we celebrated a cold, windy, icy (again!) Easter at my house, with family visiting. We went for an after-meal walk on the beach, and there had recently been a large storm where small rivers were cut down the beach in places and water was still rushing from over-flooded ponds back to the ocean. Some are fairly narrow, others are so big you have to go up to the road and walk around them.

My dad decided to jump a moderately sized one, and he did so successfully (with me snapping photos before/during/after.) I was walking Cerbie, my 100 lb shepherd, and decided that looked like good fun. As I neared the edge of the stream, camera dangling from my arm, Cerbie (on his leash) decided he could no longer resist the kids playing with a ball 100 feet away. He took off in their direction, yanking me face first into the fridged ocean water (running off to play), and drowning my new digital camera.

Meanwhile, as I was getting up onto my hands and knees, my dad was right there with HIS camera, snapping photos of my misery!!! I guess it runs in the family.

I can only imagine what the kids were thinking as a wet, dirty-faced woman came running over, yelling, tears streaming down from salt water in the eyes, to collect her dog.

I had a near embarrassing moment with Enoch this morning. The sidewalk had spots of ice this morning and I didn't realize it. I guess I was just too tired. I'm gingerly walking along when I begin to slide across the sidewalk as if I'm on a skating rink. It was a complete balancing act and thankfully I won. Enoch just glanced at me from the corner of his eyes and put his head down as if he was embarrassed by me.

I can vouch for the slow motion events.

Back in my immortal youth I foolishly decided to take a night ride on my green filly. Things were going well until she spooked at a noise at he side of the gravel road and started running. I pulled back on both reins which caused her to stop her forward motion but also precipitated her head going down and her butt going up and me going off her back and over her head.

My next conscious thought was that I was on my back, holding the reins in one hand, and I heard a grinding sound that was caused by my body being dragged down the gravel road. After a slow motion moment it occurred to me that I needed to let go of the reins, which I did.

I ended up with a concussion (which was very painful) and a sore, scraped back.

Lessons learned:
1)Don't go on night rides on green horses.

2)Use a one rein stop instead of a two rein
stop in panic situations.

3)What you practice often enough in your head
you will do automatically
(IE: hold on to the reins when I get bucked
off so the horse doesn't get away. Not the best idea, by the way.)

4)Wear a helmet.

Last summer at the lake I was standing on the edge of the dock talking to my dad and his best friend with Yote on a leash when a duck swam by, he was only a pup but still strong enough to yank me off the dock and head first into the water.

After spitting and sputtering and with my dad's help I finally got both of us hauled back up onto the dock.....
only to realized my bathing suit had gotten ripped in the commotion. My dad saw more of me then he has in 20 years, and his friend saw more of me then I ever wanted him to!!!


My most recent and stupid moment was just a couple of weeks ago, and although it isn't directly related to dogs it did make me feel like Nico.

I was getting in the car to take my son to school, and right at the moment I was bent over to put the keys in the ignition I sneezed HARD, twice. I hit my eyebrow on the steering wheel both times. I had a pretty black eye for about a week and an embarassing explanation for it.

But it made me feel like Nico who has sneezing fits and hits her head on the floor each time she sneezes when she really gets going.

LMAO!!! ^^^
I love this thread

 Quote: Jennifer Lee

I was getting in the car to take my son to school, and right at the moment I was bent over to put the keys in the ignition I sneezed HARD, twice. I hit my eyebrow on the steering wheel both times. I had a pretty black eye for about a week and an embarassing explanation for it.

I did that once in Basic Training, but instead of a steering wheel, it was an M16. Split my eyebrow open on the flash suppressor. I've never seen Drill Sergeants laugh so hard in my life.

 Quote: Alyssa Myracle

I did that once in Basic Training, but instead of a steering wheel, it was an M16. Split my eyebrow open on the flash suppressor. I've never seen Drill Sergeants laugh so hard in my life.

Ouch!!
I don't feel quite so bad now though LOL

I am a clutz though, I sat on the arm of the couch last night to tie my shoe and somehow fell off flat onto the floor.