Superman

...or Superwoman I suppose. Rich gave me my new nickname after I had a little accident yesterday. We were getting ready to go to Bill and Carol's house for a BBQ so I was doing the rounds of taking all of the dogs out before we could leave. This is when I made the mistake of letting Jack and Luna go a little nuts and run circles around me. Just when I thought they had calmed down Mike walked by and it was all over. I had my arms stretched out like a cross with one dog going one way and the other pulling in the opposite direction. I knew that Luna was going to fly by on the opposite side and rip my arm right out of socket so I did one of those swift twist and jump moves to get both leashes in the same direction.

This would have been an excellent move if I had completed it a second sooner. Instead, I flipped around with both arms in front of me just in time to be yanked airborne like I was Superman! It felt like I was flying forever until the hard ground smacked my entire body...kind of like a cartoon character running full speed into a brick wall and going splat. I'm not sure how I held on to the leashes, but I did, and was able to stand up and brush my wounds off. I knew I was scraped up, but other than that I was thankful that my arms were still attached to my body.

This morning was a different story. I woke up with a swollen and extremely sore shoulder that I just couldn't figure out. Rich was quick to remind me of my Superman incident. Since then I found a bruise the size of China on my shin. It's just too bad that Rich didn't have the Flip camera out to catch the whole ordeal on tape....I think we'd be $10,000 winners.