TIFU by playing tag with my 90-pound Akita ☠️🤕

Today I fucked up by thinking I could outrun my Akita. 🐕‍🦺

We were playing tag at the park — the classic “run away and let the dog chase me” game. It was all fun and laughs until my 90-pound Akita decided to go full NFL linebacker on me 🙂

He charged straight into the back of my legs at top speed. I didn’t stand a chance. I flew like a cartoon character and landed with all my weight on my right hand.

The result? A fractured fifth metacarpal.☠️ Yes, I literally got factured by my own dog.

While I was groaning in pain, he was standing next to me, tongue out, tail wagging, looking extremely proud of himself — like, “That was amazing! Want to go again?”

Now I’m typing this with one hand and a lot of regret. He, on the other hand, is sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming about round two.

Moral of the story: don’t play tag with a dog that outweighs your self-preservation instinct.🤕

TL;DR: Played tag with my 90-pound Akita. He tackled me at full speed, I fell and broke my hand. He thinks he won. He did.