My old Jack Russel snuck out of the house, went into the street, and got hit by a motor cycle. He then snuck back into the house, and hid so he would not get in trouble for having gone into the street. (He found ways to get out often, and would get in trouble for this constantly.)
The guy that hit him came to the door, and told us what had happened. I found my dog with his paw skinned, and with cuts on him. He then went outside, and chased some birds.
Pretty sure my dog was the Chuck Norris of the dog world.
(we did get him looked at, and he was fine)
