My Uncle owned a gas station back in the day and my father did relate this story to me. He was visiting his brother and a rather large dog came out of no where running around the pumps being a bother. My Uncle says, " If that dog comes through here one more time I am going to grab it by the tail and fill it full of gasoline ! " Sure enough the dog comes ripping through there and my uncle stood good to his word. My father tells me "That dog started zooming around those pumps like the devil himself was after him. He ran and ran til he couldn't run any longer then he just came to a dead stop and keeled over on his side. ". I asked " He killed him Papa ?" Naw, He just ran out of gas.