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Originally Posted by Dr Winston O Boogie jr

I once had a 4 lb peek-a-poo that chased a horse.

But as far as getting knocked down, a dog attack ended my career. In 20809, I was walking my dog when a boxer came running out from behind me and to the left. It was in a low crouched position and growling as it charged at my dog. It scared me and I screamed like a little girl and jumped. My dog turned and barked and the boxer ran away. But the damage was done. It all happened so fast that I can't be sure exactly how it happened, but I assume that when I jumped I slammed my left foot down on a rock because I had shattered my calcaneus (heel bone).

Now a broken bone doesn't sound like much, but this particular bone connects to three of your toes and one of your shin bones to form your ankle. The makeup of the bone is that when it breaks it shatters into several pieces. It needed surgery and it took seven screws to hold it together.

I was in the golf business and played in tournaments. I asked about playing golf and the surgeon told me that the goal usually was to get me to be able to walk normally and that I'd always have trouble walking on uneven surfaces. Playing golf again was "highly unlikely".

I recall when I got this news, I almost passed out. She brought me water and had me lie down.

After the surgery, I went through physical therapy and worked my tail off with the objective being to be able to play and teach again. After I was cleared, I tried hitting balls and almost fell down. I was also in a tremendous amount of pain. I had a job that required me to be on the lesson tee for four hours at a time and I found that I was in excruciating pain if I was on my feet for more than an hour or so. I rearranged my schedule so that I took breaks and cut down the amount of time I taught. Even after this, the day after working, I was in terrible pain and had to sit with my foot elevated and an ice pack on it for hours. I was also given powerful pain relievers which I was reluctant to take, but would occasionally.

After a while, my wife, at that time convinced me that I couldn't work anymore and that playing golf was out of the question. She talked me into applying for SSDI and I was approved.

At this time I was treated for depression.

This story is getting too long but the short version is that my best friend, my wife, my brother-in-law and my dog all died within a short time after this happening.

I lived overseas for a while and decided to come back to the U.S. and moved to The Villages.

After I was here for about four years, I thought that I might be able to play nine holes on the executive courses and I've been doing OK. I even play 18 once in a while, but I'm usually in a lot of pain by about the 14th hole.

Anyway, all this because of a dog that tried to attack. So be careful. In my case, it happened so fast that I didn't have time to think or react properly.

Some of the falls at Doggie Doo Run Run have been from dogs coming from behind the person. Two of these happened within twenty minutes of one another in about the same spot too. They called the ambulance for one of these and an employee helped out with transportation for the other.