A month or so ago now I got (pretty much literally) yanked off a small hill by my GSD and flew sideways, landing on the pavement (I mean I literally flew--I landed with my feet a good three feet to the left of where they'd been). I remember as I fell thinking, "Oh shit, this is gonna hurt." Then I landed (my husband tells me I did so with my right leg still in the air, toe delicately pointed like a ballerina). Surprise! Didn't really hurt that much. Some road rash on my left arm, which took the brunt; a bruise on my left cheek which also hit the ground immediately after I landed, and a few other minor scrapes and bumps. If I'd weighed twice what I do? My dog still would have been able to yank me over, because fats are so ungraceful and clumsy, but I am convinced I would at least have broken my left arm when I landed on it. Instead I got up, dusted myself off, and continued our walk for another half hour. That's not the first time I've gone flying (I'm a bit clumsy myself, heh)--first time the dog made it happen, but not the first time at all--and the first time I've ever suffered anything beyond a bruise or two. And some scraped skin hardly counts as serious. Usually the only thing hurt is my dignity.