I had minimum fuel, and I was flying into a headwind. There was nothing but timber below me, and my sphincter was clenched to the max. I could see the strip out ahead of me, but I was barely making any headway. I was terrified I was going to run out of fuel first. I finally made it to the strip, and had it lined up for touching down at the threshold. All of a sudden, the engine roared to takeoff power, and I started climbing, missing my opportunity to put it down. I looked over, and my Border Collie was in the right seat, pushing on the throttle with his nose. I screamed at him "What are you doing, we're almost out of fuel!" He looked back and said "Full throttle." completely confident that he had done the right thing. His ears were flapping in the wind, and he grinned, just enjoying the rush of air. Then I woke up, so I don't know if I made it around the patch again or not!

A damn dog will do that every time...

Gump

Border collies are smart. Without that shot of throttle just then, you'd have put 'er down short of the runway, flipped over in the weeds up-side-down and burned. The dog saved your life.