My mom was screwing in a dog runner. Our Rott was a year old but she was German so very stout. Man... my mom had he attached to the leash as she screwed this thing in. Ill never forget the summer of '93. Panama city Beach Florida. I saw the dog going circles around her and when it finally hit me, I screamed at my mom, my mom looked down, looked at me, then the dog... my mom said, "snuggles, i was like, nooooo, she took off and knocked my mom right over. Omg. I loved that dog