Heh. My mother was driving in some suburban neighborhood and...well, she didn't so much run into a poodle as the poodle ran into the car. The poodle was fine, but the car's passenger door was stuck shut until mom got it to the shop to have the offending bits of metal banged back into shape. It's a good thing we live hundreds of miles away from any meese. (Well, not that good, it means seeing meese less often than we'd like, but it has its advantages.)