NOthing bad recently but I'll set the scen for what happened before:
At about nine PM, I am working on a world eaters champion. So I'm painting away and mam is watching law and order.
Me: Mam, watch the dog, he was at my paints.
Mam: Yes I will *ignores me watching TV*
Me: You sure, because last time you said that the dog...
Mam: Its fine son (still glued to the TV)
*I go upstairs at lightspeed*
*Come back down*
I come in and see my dog (Apollo, a Dobermann). His mouth is full.
Me: I thuoght I wold you to watch the f***ing dog!!!
What ensued was me chasing him, who is as fast as a greyhound, around the room/ The model was probably dry, but I did not give a rats ass about it as the fragile chain axe hand could have came loose and went down his throat, choking him to death. I got it out of his mouth and he was fine.
Long story short, big roaring fight about the dog and how he could have got hurt.