Two stories for you.
1)all through my youth we used to have dogs. Most of the time we would have a big dog and a small one. Once I recall the small one (maltese poodle) took a dump and turned around and started to eat his own shit. Anyways I digress as that's not the real point of this story. Firstly the big dog used to have this insane desire to chase cars and try and bite their tyres. If you so much as left the door open a crack he'd bolt outside and lay in wait for a passing car. One day after a fruitless afternoon chasing cars (this time we think he escaped through the fence) he decided that the incessant barking of the dog over the road needed some sort of revenge. He trotted over the fence and they barked at eachother through the fence while jumping up occasionally and trying to maul eachothers faces. Unfortunately the other dog managed to bite my dogs neck and the force of gravity pulled them both down. It ripped open his neck and he came running home. Not the nicest thing to see when you're 10yrs old.

2) Once our maltese (another one - it was a law in our family that there should be one under our ownership at all times) charged out the front door and being absolutely fearless decided to take on the huge alsation in the park. Our dog was mercilessly thrown about like a rag doll and came off bleeding and considerably worse for wear. My mum swears to this day that it was her and not the vet who 'healed' the dog. I wasn't there, but my sister said mom closed her eyes and put her hand on the bleeding dog and according to her then said 'don't worry I've healed him'. Makes me wonder why mum couldn't do the same when I had measles, chickenpox, lice or aids.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 14:29, Reply)