Bad To The Bone... To Funny

Hell, he don't know he ain't 10 feet tall, 4000 lbs and rhino proof.

A number of years ago, one of the conservators at the Great Fish River Reserve was going for an evening jog accompanied by his JRT. The little chap, as is their want, was running off into the bush on either side of the road, disturbing the other citizens of the reserve with a bark or three, then back to his master. However, one fellow decided to send the terrier packing. The terrier on seeing the aggression directed towards himself, decided that he had better seek help from his boss. Our conservator's attention was gained by the fact that his terrier had overtaken him at the speed of sound and was now barking at him from about twenty meters ahead. At about the same instant, the conservator became aware of very heavy footsteps, accompanied by steamtrain-like snorts, approaching him at speed from behind. He managed to turn sharply left and at the same lighting the after-burners. His luck was that the rhino wanted the yapper with a sore heart, and continued chasing the Jackie for a distance up the road.

I'd light my afterburners, too, if I had a rhino on my arse!
Great photo!

Several years ago I had a friend on the Big Island of Hawai'i who owned a dachshund and he would hunt pigs with this one dog. This little dog had such speed, reflex, and maneuverability that he could run circles around any pig while nipping at it's haunches until the pig just gave up and sat down to protect it's rear end. Friend would just walk up, call the dog in, and take his shot at the sitting pig.

I don't think rhino would last with a dog that was trying to play with him. The rhino would charge and the dog would merely side step until the rhino gave out.
Many times I had recalcitrant horses that did not want to be rode. After a half mile or so of running with a cow dog hazing them they would give up to be saddled.