@penpencilbrush Well, it could’ve been so much worse. It bit me on the love-handle () and, while it broke the skin, it didn’t bleed enough to really call it bleeding. It was clearly meant as a warning. I knew the dog was there (I think it was the first time I’d seen it), and was running on the opposite side of the road, but it came after me after I’d passed its yard. I only saw it behind me at the last minute when I heard its feet on the pavement — there was no warning, no snarling or barking — and it retreated immediately after my warning nip.
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