A German Shepherd

I'm sure as I think and post about growing up and my life I'll have to go back and forth. So tonight I go back to Clifton and our dog Dewclaws, as you might guess he had them. I used to ride him in the house, it was soooo much fun...until, one day when we took off for a ride, as we came to the kitchen door (the old kind, split, where you could have the top or bottom open or closed or all open or all closed) I could see the top half of the door was shut, the bottom was open, so the dog ran through and a high rate of speed with me not reacting quickly enough and BAMMMMM!!! I hit the top of the door and fell off the dog into the floor with the breath knocked out of me. I'm not sure I rode the dog anymore.