>> wow that would be embarrassing for a large dog.
Well, Missy was good-natured and far from bright. Once the cat hissed at her, I'm sure she thought that it was a dangerous, carnivorous 20-foot demon condensed into 12-16 inches. I don't think she was embarrassed to run away from something 1/4 her size - she was probably relieved to survive.
EVERY time Dad drove into the driveway and walked to the door, she would bark non-stop. Mailmen and strangers got the wagging tail.
She loved to chase things, and sometimes we would throw sticks into a lake for her to swim after. Once (little, brat that I was) I faked throwing the stick but didn't let go. Missy had faith that if she swam far enough and fast enough, she would find it, even though she never saw it fly through the air. It was really hard to convince her to come back! If it had been the ocean, she would probably have headed for England in perfect confidence.