Once upon a time... Many moons ago, my family lived on a 5 acre lot in Kellyville, a suburb of nor-western Sydney, about 1/2 an hour from Parramatta [if that helps interstate people]. We had some delightful neighbours and no fences except for treelines that meant you couldn't SEE your neighbours, but all our dogs could play together at will and pretty much roam wherever they wished without getting too far from their food-bowls. Our neighbours to the left had a lovely but shy collie called Tipper. He was quite timid, but would love chasing a ball and would sit absolutely stone still for as long as you were prepared to scratch his head One sunny Saturday afternoon, our other neighbour's son was visiting his folks with a friend of his. They were both riding large Harley's of some description and had the appropriate black-leather everything on. As they were leaving and each rider performed a U-turn in our cul-de-sac I had run up the driveway to see the bikes that were making all this noise [I wasn't riding then, so it was 'damned noise' and 'Get off my lawn!']. As I reached the top of the driveway, I witness Tipper - our friendly neighbourhood probably-useless-as-a-sheepdog collie launch himself towards the lead bike, and catching it in record time! Tipper managed to get level with the front-tyre of the bike and that is when the voices told him... "Tipper!... Tipper! You see that spinning black thing with the shiny bits in the middle? Well that thing tastes better than the most delicious rabbit you've ever eaten, thrown up and then eaten again. You should bite it." And he listened. As Tipper's jaws clasped the front wheel just forwards of the guard, his teeth gripped and his head was pulled straight down under it. His mouth was run over before he let go and in his attempt to get away after the voices told him... "Well, maybe that wasn't the best idea we've ever had then... but we were totally right about those Mormons remember!" ... the right foot-peg caught his skull, puncturing it above and exactly between his eyes. As Youstupidbloodyd... I mean, Tipper limped back over to me, I could see this warranted a trip to the vet's. He followed me back to my house and we called his owners over. He was in pain and rather defensive, he would only allow my sister and myself near him and so we pet him gently to calm him down in all the places he wasn't bleeding. BTW, the guy on the bike kept riding, he looked pretty scared at the prospect of getting pulled of his bike by a dog, and he DID call his parents to check that their neighbours dog was ok, later on. Anyways, I have forgotten to mention that Tipper's brain was visible through the hole in his head. You may have heard the saying "More fun than a hole in the head." - well, there is probably truth to that. Upon arriving at the vet's, we unceremoniously skipped the queue amid exclamations of "Cripes there's a chunk of his head missing!", "Yeah, you go on... I'm just here to get this one some worm tablets." and "What'd you shoot him with?" A brief four-letter word from the vet, followed by a sedative, wound cleanse and some antibiotics and Tipper will live to kill himself another day! The End. G'night all. Watch out for collies!