Vivid mental image-memory.
Neighbors raised Dachshunds. Their stud male felt he was 8 feet tall and made of steel. Summer of 1976, I was just about to turn 10. the Neighbors had a party and some of their family came, they raised Weimaraner (Midwest, mostly you are either German or English, or a mix, we were all German ancestry). So, the stud weimaraner was also full of himself. The weimaraner decided the bone the male dachshund had looked tasty. So he trotted over, walked over the dachshund and took it. Well, as he trotted on, the dachshund leapt up and bit into what happened to be above him at the moment, both of them in fact. Weimaraner let out an unearthly screaming yelp, dropping the bone, and began to run. Well, the Dachshund remained firmly attached, kicking with his bag legs to keep up. It was mainly guys in the yard playing Jarts, drinking beer and two nearly 10 year old boys. There were looks of horror, empathy, crossed legs, and laughter all at once. About half way around the yard, the dachshund let go, trotted back to his bone and relaxed. The weimaraner dropped and laid on the ground whimpering. The owner had to do a check, that brought more laughter, but all was intact except the weimaraner's ego.
At that point I realized it is not always about size, but tenacity has a lot to do with it.