funny story a few years ago we were watching a Cowboys game with about 10 friends when about 30 minutes after the game a friend came in with his head hung low. he had a brand new Trans Am eagle on the hood and all. he said he was racing down the highway with a Vette on the way home when a German Shepard ran right out in front of him doing 120. no place to dodge, and he ran right over him. he was drunk and didn't stop for fear of getting busted. about 10 minutes later another friend that had apparently gone to the game walked in pissed as hell (he saw the whole thing and told the exact same story) but didn't know Scott had a new car. he said he chased the fucker for as long as his Escort GT could handle and didn't get a license #. we laughed for weeks after that.
this happened right about 20 years ago and i crack the fuck up every time i tell this story. but then i think of the poor dog and stop laughing.