Funny Ryder / dog story:
At Bill's old house, loading for the Gap trip a few years ago.
Two "hardcore" talking and acting Mondays are walking by. The one kid was probably 5'10 or so, the other a solid 6'2 and 260.
Bill's pug ran out toward the road after them, maybe to play, maybe to attack, who knows? Seriously the dog was 10 lbs, does it matter?
So Biggie (6'2 / 260) takes off running looking back at the pug while emitting a weird "Eeeeeaaaaarrrrruuuugh!" screech that can only be likened to a dying whale's last groans but slightly higher pitched.
The chase came to an end after about 25 feet, where the yard ended. Bigs managed to regain his composure. He even threw his arms back and his chest out at the dog as if the as "WUT! You don't even want to step!"
As we stand there in disbelief, little Ryder (probably 7 at the time) turns to Casey and asks:
"Daddy why was that boy scared of the dog? Is he allergic?"
