This reminds me of one of those "Stupid gun stories" they print in some of the magazines I get.
This one guys wife was dog sitting her sister-in-law's toy poodle (His sister). He comes home from an unsuccessful hunting outing and unloads his rifle, and he decides to dry fire the 30-06 at the nearest thing...the poodle.
Well, it just so happens that his extractor missed that last 30 cal 180gr sp, and he did not visually or physically check the chamber.
So, what matter that was not instantly vaporized or turned into a brown mush that not only coated the exact vicinity where the poodle was but also left a 10' streak across the kitchen to the nearest wall. This on top of a brown burnt hair smelling mush that embedded itself in the other ½ of the kitchen at hypersonic speeds.
The funny thing is 20 years later when this guy passed away his best friend walked up to his sister and said Dont you remember when he blew away Fluffy with his 30-06?, and she replied I thought Fluffy ran away?