Once I was flying down a hill and saw two huge dogs at the bottom, lying in the middle of the road. They got up and began to act all aggressive towards me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop by the time I reached them. So I began to scream and shriek at the top of my lungs. Freaked the poor things out. They jumped out from in front of me. Makes for a nice story, but there's no way I'll go down that hill that fast again. Dogs are awfully unpredictable. Good thing they don't drive cars.