This was when we first got my wolf/akita/husky mix. Obviously, he was a puller. Well, neighbor's Golden Retriever got out(this dog is NOT people or dog friendly, they did no training or socialization with him). He came barreling at us, and my dog jumped and started going at the dog, dragging me(keep in mind I was about 150-160lbs, and the dog was only about 55lbs at the time). I finally just let the leash go, and watched as the two met. Thankfully, the golden backed down, and the owners were there afterward. I limped home, and it took everything in me not to tear up my dog's behind. He's just lucky I'm not into physical discipline.
Another time is about three years later. This was actually just a few days ago. I took my hybrid to the dog park(he's relatively good with dogs now, after some training). There was a husky there, and at first they seemed fine. They would run around together, played a little. And, yes, it was play. Play bowing, wagging tails(not twitching tails, actually WAGGING tails). It was pretty obvious that my dog was high up in the "pack" at the dog park. I guess the husky was higher before my dog came in, so I guess he decided to challenge my hybrid. Well, they didn't even fight, but my dog did mount him and showed his teeth in warning. Obviously, the husky backed down. The owners gave us this bad look, like it's OUR fault that his dog was in my hybrid's face(had his head over my dog's neck and shoulders, and was overall showing signs of challenge). Anyway, we decided to leave before anything could happen.
A couple days ago I took my dogs to the park(not the dog park - just a regular, enclosed school park that allows dogs). My hybrid is amazing with children. My terrier mix? Not so much. These kids were playing with my brother, and my smaller dog didn't see it as play, so he starts barking. He doesn't bite(thank god) but it's obviously still pretty embarrassing. When he starts barking, I clap my hands and walk in the other direction. He follows, and eventually shuts up. Then a little toddler runs by, and he's off. Poor baby was terrified. Needless to say, I'm doing serious training now.
One of the worst experiences, though, was when the dog that I grew up with - his name was Poo - ran away. He was a poodle/terrier/? cross that was the grandson of my grandparents' dog, and the son of my dad's dog. He lived with my grandparents because I couldn't have him where I lived. Well, my grandparents went on vacation, and so Poo got out. At the time, we had a cougar around the neighborhood, so you can guess what happened. We never found him, but my grandparents put up signs, called everyone they could. It was pretty obvious that something had happened to him. I hope someone found him and took care of him to the end, but I wouldn't be surprised if the cougar made him a meal(as sad as it is to think about...). I loved that dog, though. Like I said, he grew up with me. I could get on his back, pull on his fur, tail, ears, mouth, anything. Wonderful dog.
<3 Vie and mutts Lobo + Poppy