One time one of my kids was chasing Chewy (now at the bridge) through the house and he came flying into the living room where I was sitting on the floor. He just totally bowled me over and it felt like I was hit by a truck! No injuries to speak of other than really sore body where he hit me. Another time Chewy was outside playing and two cats were chasing each other on the other side of our fence. He saw the cats and started running down the fence line trying to get at them. There is a hole at the bottom of the fence beside the shed and he was trying to dig his way under to get at the cats. I ran inside to get his leash and collar and got my husband to put this big rock in front of the hole. I finally get Chewy hooked up and am dragging him back to the house. I got my hand on the door handle, the other hand has the leash wrapped around it (DUH!!!) and then the cats start running again. Well, Chewy went running to the back fence again and as I was attached to the leash, I went FLYING through the air, landed on my stomach on the lawn and he dragged me to the back fence. I was laying there on the soggy grass, mad as hell, Chewy still trying to get through the fence, when my husband turns around and looks at me like "What the hell are you doing". I had to admit it must have looked so funny, I wish someone caught it on tape, I could have sent it to American's funniest home videos. When I finally saw the humor in it I started laughing and Chewy was forgiven. What a boy! He sure made our lives interesting in the short time we had with him.