The worse was with my husband, he was playing with Brock and Tuffy and they got too rambunctious. We think, Brock thought that his arm was the rope, anyway, Brock took a chunk of his arm off. I'm talking deep, big chunk of his arm, about 3 1/2" long and an inch wide and who knows how deep, but we could see more then, we wanted too. He will carry that scare forever as a reminder of big boy, Brock.

Me, the worse wasn't that bad. Tuffy, when he was a pup, was in bed with me, playing and next thing I know he is tangled up in my hair and decided he wanted to leave, hair and all. OUCH!!! Brought tears to my eye.