The worst black eye I ever had, I gave to myself. Had a big, strong dog, Zambuka. A wonderfully sweet pup.
This is him on his twelfth birthday. [We were heading out on the town.]
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Anyway, after the dojo one night I was laying down on a heavy, old fashioned, fold out couch watching TV. Zambuka came trotting over with his toy, one of those hard rubber rings. He wanted some play time. So I took the ring and would curl it toward me, him fighting like mad to pull back. He'd bunch the carpet and pull the whole couch. I'd curl and pull him toward me.
He let go. I was in mid hard tug, my other arm holding the back of the couch because he was so strong. Punched myself square in the eye. And man, it hurt. That black eye was one for the books. Total above and below the eye, jet black and purple. Looked like something from a car accident. Actually, it looked like it was painted on, that's how dark it was.
And, of course, in the following weeks I ran into every single person I knew. And most said the same things, "Still doing that Karate, huh." Or "You still block with your face, chump?" All in good fun, mind you. Wish I had a pic of it, it would make me laugh today.