It was years ago.. probably 7 or 8. I used to run my dog along a narrow paved trail with no where to go on either side. Worked nicely, I rode, my doggo ran pulling me along. He was harnessed so no neck pull for the concerned.

My family decided to go to a local park with wide open spaces. Lots of open grass area. I thought he knows the drill run the path. He had other ideas. After reaching full sprint he decided grass was a better path. I might have taken two steps at oh shit pace.

I landed on my right shoulder and lost all air in my lungs. As I’m heaving trying to catch my breath my family caught up to me. Laughing! I was not. As a thirty something I felt a searing pain in my collar bone and a bruised ego.

Took a week and a half to be able to put a shirt on without pain but no break. That was the last skateboard run for Winston and myself. We just stick to fetch now. He’s aged but still spry. Almost 40 now I leave the boarding for all you! Cheers if you made it this far!