Well, on that note, let me tell you how I got my dog.
On a day off, I was driving along the backroad that I live on and following a silver Buick I had never seen before in the area. Didn't really think anything of it. We're doing about 35 mph, when out of the passenger side of the Buick's window suddenly appears 2 arms. Launched from the end of these 2 arms is a little black puppy.
The puppy takes to the air badly, hits many thick branches of the trees lining the road, then tumbles over several large rocks before rolling into the road.
Ever try to do an emergency evasive maneuvers in a 3/4 ton, full size Chevy truck before?? It ain't easy. I get out and calm the puppy down, then get back in the truck and go silver Buick hunting. There was only one place for that Buick to go and he must have been hauling some serious ass because I never found him. (that truck isn't slow) I guarantee that I would have scrapped that car and embarrassed the hell out of them on national tv had I caught them.
3/4 of the puppy's fur was missing, (I'm sure due to stress) you could tell there were whip marks all over her, plus something bad had happened to her tail before the flight that day. It looked like someone was going to cut it off but only cut part of the tip off, then broke another part of it. You also couldn't make any kind of a motion that could even be remotely mistaken that you were going to hit her, because she would immediately brace and cower like abused dogs do.
Today, all her fur has grown back, she is a clever escape artist, a horrible navigator, (she could get lost in a dead end alley) LOVES to go for rides, and HAS to have a treat when I get home or she'll bug me until I cave. (not always) When I'm watching tv or surfing the net, she's got to be either laying by my feet as close as possible or right on them. And she will not mind anybody else at all.
I wouldn't trade my little black mutt for anything. :biggrin1: