Then it all changed. A few years ago, while patrolling the premises, a car backed out of a driveway across the street and started speeding up the road. As it slowed down in front of my house, I feared for my boy's safety. Paying no heed to my own personal safety, I raced out and tried to stop the car. Before I knew what was happening, I was hit.

I severely broke my hip. The doctors said that there wasn't much that they could do. My family didn't want to pay thousands of dollars on experimental treatment. It would just have to heal. Over time, I became able to walk around and spend time with my boy. I never was able to run again, though.

Unfortunately, through the lack of exercise, I got fat. So I starting to move about more and make my hip stronger. I found that I could still run pretty fast if I pulled left leg up (the painful one) and hobble. I began to grow thinner and resumed a more normal life.

Today, I live in a bigger house with a bigger yard. Each day, along with my colleagues Dagwood and Ashby, we patrol and keep the peace around the neighborhood. Fortunately, the house does not sit on a public road, so none of us are in danger of getting hit.