It all starts just about 8:45PM May 15th 2003.
It’s time to walk the dogs. Charley’s been beat up by Boomer and Spunkie after dinner and needs a private walk tonight, and so he’ll go last.
I leash up Spunkie, Betsy, and Boomer and we head out. It’s a nice evening. The day had been great. A high of 72 degrees, and a current temp in the high 60s; shirtsleeve weather. The sun had set at 8:09 and it was just about fully dark when we turn for home, north on Derwyn Road. One of the girls stops to pee, and we start off again.
Around 650 feet from home, Boomer finishes sniffing the pee spot – he’s such a boy – and cuts diagonally right to left from my rear and under my legs to sniff one of the girls. He always checks to see who peed. He bumps me. I’m surprised and start to stumble.
Looking down I see Boomer’s ribs and my knee getting closer together. When we rescued Boom he was a sick puppy (heartworm) and he’s had a few other ailments and dietary indiscretions (like eating an entire broken glass ice cream dish).
To spare him and my wallet another trip to the vet, I lunge and fall heavily on my right knee. Had I just continued to fall it’s likely that I’d have missed him as he was moving fast, and then none of the rest of this would have happened. For, in lunging, I hyperextended the knee and did some serious damage both to the knee and my back.