Oh getting chased by dogs, that pretty much sums up my childhood.
I got very use to it when I was younger, I'd bike a lot and I mean A LOT, I'd go everywhere, but in order to go anywhere I had to go by these two houses, both were right across from each other and one house had two doberman pinscher, and the other house across the street has a rottweiler and they were never tied up....yeh nice.
Anyway everytime I went biking somewhere I'd have to go by these two houses, and about 90% of the time they'd all chase me about half a mile down the road (yeh that got the adrenaline going). I was never actually attacked by them but there was some close calls, a friend of mine had a dirtbike so he never had any problems getting by...bastard. There was this one time them two doberman pinscher actually chased me and a friend of mine up a tree. That was nice.
Anyway in the end everything worked out pretty good, the guy that owned the rottweiler was a drug dealer and his house burnt down so he moved away or went to jail, and the guy that owned the two doberman pinscher had to put the two dogs down or something like that.
