The dog stories remind me of when my dog (now deceased) was a puppy. We were at a playground with the dog on one of those retracting leashes. My dh and kids decided to play soccer while I held on to the dog. Unfortunately, someone kicked the ball towards the dog and he took off after it. Since I didn't have the presence of mind to push the lock button on the leash immediately, and the line was reeling out fast, I decided that my best course of action was to start running and hope that my speed matched the dog's by the time he got to the end of the leash. I though I was running pretty fast, but the dog was running faster, and when he hit the end of the leash, I went flying through the air. Not sure how far I flew, but I landed hard on my ribs. It hurt to breath deeply for about 3 weeks, but I didn't bother with an x-ray after the doctor told me they don't do anything for broken ribs anyway.