I owned a dalmatian, now sadly departed, went with us on most mountain bike trips, great dog but clumsy.
Riding along a stream about 8 ft wide and 6ft deep, the dally decides he wants to cross but pushes me into the stream, I fall in and as I standing he jumps across using my head as a staging post/additional leverage. Catches my ear with his hind leg ripping my ear, rode back to the car like evander holyfield. The nurses who put the stitches in did laugh.
Riding along the dog get a whiff of deadness and starts to shoot off, he was about 16 months old and had got lost whilst tracking down dead rotten carcasses so I decided to cut him off, mis judged it hit a rut in front of him over the handle bars and ruptured my knee ligaments! He stayed with me as I hobbled and cursed.
Hell I miss that dog!