He died, it was a big Great Dain Saint Bernard mix that someone had dumped off out in the country. I saw it about 1/2 mile away, it was eating something dead in the middle of the road, I slowed way down, it was on a slight downhill so I stuck the tranny into 2nd gear when I got close to the dog. It went off to the right side of the road so I let off the brakes and that dang dog waited until I was less than 20 feet from it and it turned around and ran back in front of the truck, I turned the steering wheel a little to left hoping the dog would bounce off the right corner of the bumper and not get ran over, I had my wife and little daughter and the female driver of that race car in the truck with me. Things went horribly wrong after that , I can still remember seeing the car flipping over in the rear view mirror after it had broken the rear tie down chain on the rear axle (the driver had not put it into park or applied the emergency brake, that was the last time I trusted her to load the cars and to remember to do that ) and ran up onto the back of the pickup bed
God was looking after us that day, not the dog