As I type, I'm sore all over, my back is quite tweaked, I have a headache, and may have a mild case of whiplash (I won't know about that one until tomorrow morning).
You ask, "How did this happen?" Or maybe you don't ask, but I'm still going to tell.
I got home this evening around 6:15 PM and took Tyge out into the back yard so that he could accomplish some, as we say here at the Ski Boy-Slat Rat Manse, "minor business." We accompany Tyge into the backyard because it's not fenced. It's pretty secluded, but just in case, we want to make sure that he doesn't chase off after some wayward critter (like the neighbor's cat).
After Tyge does his business he'll often zoom and scamper all around the yard - he's just so cute. He also comes after me like a shot. Usually he swerves at the last nano second. I'm also pretty accomplished at dancing out of the way.
However, no avoidance happened this evening. Tyge was being zoom dog and came straight at me. I turned my side to him and danced out of the way. However, I danced into his swerve and he hit me at full speed on my left side - the impact point was the outside of my left knee. In the instant before he hit, I thought, "There goes my ACL." There was no question that I was going to be on crutches after the hit. I think I had a near death vision of wearing my wedding dress and crutching down the aisle.
Except, I just happened to be wearing a pair of sandals that don't have traction on grass. So, when the 100 pounds of Tyge smacked into my left knee at warp speed (Force=Mass*Acceleration), my sandaled feet slipped and flew straight out from under me and I went straight up into the air and then straight down and cratered into the ground with a major Ker-Whump.
I was amazed when I hit ground - I was stunned but apparently in one piece. My head hurt because I'd jarred my brain - I hate it when that happens. My back and side hurt - but nothing untoward - such as a blown ACL. So, there I lay, a stunned, flattened pancake but still alive. At first Tyge was still playful, but when I didn't move, he became really concerned and stood over me kind of nuzzling me until I pulled it together enough to sit up. I then gave him a hug to let him know I was o.k.
Of course, I had literally just left my chiropractor's office 15 minutes earlier. sigh...
So, Tyge missed his calling. He would have made a killer middle linebacker. He layed me out like a fileted salmon on a grill. Although the ref would have called him for clipping.
9:49:47 PM 
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