Dogged by misfortune?

My golden retriever is a 70-lb ball of energy--not so good when she knocks me over, as she has now done twice. I thought that I'd hurt my elbow after the most recent fall, three weeks ago, but the doc on duty suggested I not bother with an x-ray, seeing as he was certain my arm wasn't broken. Five days and one emergency room visit later, I had proof he was wrong. Life with limited use of my right arm is interesting. Serves Ms. Ceilidh right that dog-walking is high up on the list of curtailed activities....