This afternoon my mother and I took the dogs for a walk and Petey got a little overexcited when we came upon a trio of 2 schnauzers and a Yorkie. He managed to knock me down (yes a 13 pound dog made me eat concrete) and leave me bleeding on the sidewalk while he went after the dogs. As I was laying on the ground all I could say is, "Mom, go get Petey" because the thought of having to jump up and chase him down at a full sprint with a bruised and bleeding knee/hand/elbow with a twisted ankle to boot just didn't sound like much fun.
We get home and get me cleaned up, meanwhile he's out in the backyard. The next thing I know he's tunneled under the fence and is in my neighbor's yard, trying to get in their back door. My nerves are shot.