#1480 – Dislocated
Posted on February 20, 2012 at 12:00 am by Chris
Chapter: Comics
We have a small dog. She really isn’t very strong compared to a standard adult human. But when I’m not expecting it and a squirrel suddenly appears she can really mess up my shoulder. Especially if her sudden mad dash is behind me, with the bonus pain of twisting my elbow in the wrong direction.
Tags: dogs, leash, shoulder
when i was a kid, i had a dog almost the same size of me. when at the top of a snowy hill, with the crusty with ice type of snow. my parents called to the dog from the bottom, having told me earlier “do NOT let go of the leash.” I tried, but self preservation won.
I had a really strong cat once. When I was seven years old or so, I was sitting in the sofa and playing with this cat, who was on the floor right in front of me. Just as I was holding his tail (for some stupid reason), he suddenly dashed across the room, pulling me down from the sofa! And this cat wasn’t even fully grown when this happened!
I had my elbow thrown out while taking my nephews dog for a walk. He was a St Bernard/shepard mix, and smarter than a speeding bullet. He just suddenly decided to rapidly change direction without consulting me.
I remember one day, it was snowy out and I had two young black labs leashed to me. One on each arm. They started playing and pulled me over and started dragging me around.
XD It was fun.
My childhood dogs (German Shepherds) were really well-trained, because my dad was insistent that if we were going to have big, scary-looking dogs, they were going to be the most well-behaved dogs ever, so that no one could ever complain about them. I was big enough to be considered one of the “adults” of the family pack, and thus was obeyed unquestioningly. My younger sister was still young enough to be considered a “puppy”, and thus was scrupulously protected and cared for by the canine component. My brother, however, was in-between: he was competition. When playing “tug-rope” with the adult pack members, the game was gentle and controlled. When playing with my little sister, well, you always have to let the puppy win: she’s small and fragile so you can’t play for reals. But my brother would get dragged across the yard, laughing all the way, as the dog tried to prove how much better and stronger than him it was.
Reminds me of a teacher I had in high school. Seems he was walking his two dogs when they decided to take off in opposite directions. He tripped, and since he wasn’t willing to let go of either leash, he didn’t have any hands left over to break his fall. It’s the only time I’ve seen a man with road rash on his nose.
Years ago I had the brilliant idea of walking my dog while wearing rollerblades. He’s trot along and pull me with him, great fun for everyone. About 10 seconds into the walk he darted into the bushes and dragged me down a hill.