Those things are mean. They can gut a good dog. Funny/embarrassing story: I became familiar with wild boars while attending college in the mountains of NC. After buying my first house, I was thrilled to get a puppy, a Chocolate Lab, the first dog I'd had since leaving home for school, and the first of my very own. I loved that dog with all my heart, and still do (he turned 13 this month). But, while he was still a puppy, I loved to take him over to the lake and watch him swim and frolic in the water. All the lakefront development was just beginning then, and so I took him to a private marina in an upscale area on a point of the lake. One Sunday afternoon, while doing this, I thought I spied out of the corner of my eye, a chunky, big, black boar ... knowing what they're able to do to dogs, I ran down to the water's edge and snatched up the dog with one arm, so fast it scared him. I threw him over my shoulder and ran. From the top of the hill, I saw a boat approaching, and yelled out a warning because the man had a dog on the boat, too. "Watch out, there's a boar down there!" The man looked at me like I was a complete nut, then broke out laughing. I asked why, and he said "that's no boar, it's my potbellied pig. She wouldn't hurt a flea."
That's my boar story, lol.
True love is a lab.