I was taking my mutt & shepherd to the dog beach one day. This is before I had a cap. I used to tie them up on a short leash in the front of the bed. The mutt kept standing up on the side of the bed #@$%!
I'd jerk the wheel the opposite way, and she'd come back down to the bed.
Well we were on a pertty busy road, I asked the wife to watch them, and she did what she always does when I ask her something. Nothing. :-laf
I say to her, "where's diamond?"
The dog apparently went over the side, and the weight from fatass broke the collar. She was run over by my rear tire (her paw) and was headed eastbound at record speed.
I parked the truck and started persuit. :-laf
A lady stopped and picked me up so that I might be able to catch her. She's fat but fast. :-laf
Long story short, we caught up to her, and brought her to the vet. Broken leg. But otherwise OK. No more beach for her!