I was in Scotland in the 90's driving around in the north looking at castles. I saw a really interesting one on a farm, so I drove past the gate and stopped, to find someone to ask if it was OK if I drove to the castle (ruins of one, actually). They were fine with it. On the way out, their Border Collie stopped us just before the gate and ran circles around us. You see, we were in a very small, white car. Perhaps we looked like a cow. My passenger got out and distracted the dog while I drove through the gate.