So I'm cruising along solo at about 25 mph in the Blackwater State Forest near Pensacola on a ride I've done dozens of times...just getting some miles in on a beautiful day before the cold snap hits. I approach a house that I know to be home to a dog that likes to chase so I get out of the saddle and start pumping...the dog shoots out from some bushes straight under my wheel, no time to react, and both bike and I go airborne...trashed wheel, trashed Campy ti seatpost, trashed helmet (glad I wore it!), 3 hrs waiting in ER, and have a level 2 separated shoulder. I think the dog lived as he/she/it was nowhere to be seen when I got up from the pavement. Had been getting tons of miles in over the last 3 months and was feeling strong like bull but now looks like a few weeks off the bike...even have a ticket to Palm Springs as I was going to do the Tour de Palm Springs on my track bike on Feb 5th...dang it!