Hmmm. My old dog was a Red Setter. So pretty big dog. But pretty stupid. Most stupid thing he did was to take on some cows in a field we were walking through (come from the country I do like). It was just mucking about, but then the entire herd decided to chase the dog. And then me. Ok, they are only cows, but they are pretty big, esp. when 20 or so are bearing down on you. Just about made it to the grate thingy (I used to be a pretty fast runner too) where my dog was waiting grinning like a bloody cheshire cat. Git. Never seen cows do that before or since though. Freaky.
Although the most stupid thing *I* did with my dog was when my sister had left a load of little plastic toy things (like Lego) on the floor. The dog was sitting in the middle chewing away. Of course I thought he had one of the plastic things in his mouth. I had no fear as I had took things out of his mouth before (sticks, small animals, half a bucket etc.) with no problems. So I grabbed his mouth, and yanked open his jaw, holding the top with one hand, and the bottom with the other. I then looked inside. About the same millisecond I realised that 1) the dog was growling 2) the dog was starting to get up 3) it wasn't a plastic toy, it was his favourite f**king chewy bone thing!!!!! Hmmm. Perhaps the next move could have been better; I let go. Then again the dog was about 5 foot 7 inches when on his hindlegs (and I was about 13) so I don't think there would have been a happy ending no matter what. Oh, I basically got my finger and part of my hand ripped open, plus some cuts on my chest and arms where he clawed me a bit after standing on me (pretty good move actually).
Since it was a while ago, and we were good country folk, the dog wasn't put down. Also because I was pretty stupid in the first place, and you can't really blame the dog. Although my Dad *severerly* persuaded the dog not to do it again apparently (which my Dad never did before or after BTW). Heh, I loved my dog, but as I was bleeding all over the place in the toilet I apparently was swearing my head off and demanding the dog be killed. I was a bit delirious, so luckily my parents didn't listen.
Stupid nurse gave me two injects in the ass though. Bitch. And I have scar on my finger that hurts when I write too much. Happily the dog lived until 17 years old (really good for a big dog) with no further incidents.
Cheers
I am 99% probably lying in bed right now... so don't blame me for crappy typing
