What scares me more than any moody pooch is the possibility that someone might swerve to miss a dog coming after me and hit me instead.
I guess then I'd die and come back as a bike wraith ... riding endlessly around Hank's owner's yard until the barking and snarling got to be too much and they got rid of him. But knowing how these people are they would probably just trade him in on a freaked-out pitbull...or worse...like a DACHSHUND!!!!!