LOL at the title... its like i almost jumped into a river and died today

I always try to say hello to stray dogs, but they run.

They're afraid of me because I'm too nice.

I've had a couple of encounters with dogs while getting off the school bus, and because several of the people on the bus lied in my neighborhood, I wasn't the only one that had problems.

I do remember in my junior year that we got off the bus and some shitzuh was sitting on the porch of the house next to where a girl named Jennae lived. We didn't even see it until it popped up, jumped off and porch and started running a us. Jennae takes her jacket off and cracks it like a whip and whacks the dog while it's charging for her as if she were trained by the Belmonts.

Needless to say, the dog learned its lesson and left us alone.

I don't know. That just might be a killer shrew! They're known to be the size of small dogs & have a craving for human flesh.

Happened to me once as a kid. Dog came at me full charge... big ass one.

Outran him for about half a block then i jumped up where he couldn't get.

Last year, when I was still a cop, I had to go to some guy's house for some stupid reason. I pull my patrol car into his yard and wait a minute, like I always do. I figure EVERYBODY has a dog and I hate dogs. I really do. It never stops me from doing my job. I'd just rather avoid being mauled to death, if I can help it.

So, I notice this vicious dog chained to a tree, to the left of my car. He's at the end of his chain, barking his ass off. No big deal. He can't get to me. Besides, I have Mace! If he acts up, I'll spray him.

I get out of my car and walk towards the house. The dog is going crazy. I'm wary of him, but since he can't reach me, I fake being brave. Then, it happens: The dog runs counter clockwise around the tree about 3 times. The chain around his neck gets about 3 times longer. My sweet, sweet ass is easily within dog eating distance. I run to my car. The dog's chain reaches the car, now! I run past my car.

So, I'm in this guy's yard. I can't get inside my car because this psycho dog won't leave without a bite of my juicy buttocks. Fuck it. I'm spraying this damned dog. I take out my pepper spray and aim for the dog's face.

The dog takes one step to the side, and dodges that spray like he's Neo from the Matrix. That's it. I'm out of ideas.

Eventually, I wind up climbing over the roof of my car and getting inside while the chain is tangled around my car's front tires. I'm behind the wheel thinking, "THAT'S why I fucking hate dogs".

Then, the owner comes outside. He says, "I THOUGHT I heard something." "Boy, I'm glad you didn't get outta that car! That dog woulda' ate yo ass!!"

"I know", I replied.

I never mentioned what just happened, but part of me believes the owner sat inside and watched the whole ordeal.

We used to have a dog on our street, labrador rottweiller cross I think. Big MFer that would come charging down the road barking at people. Used to scare the shit out of everyone unless you knew that it's bark was worse than it's (non-existant) bite. Loveliest dog you could meet, I think it just used to get a kick out of scaring people.

I was attacked by a Bull Terrier when I was 14. I'm a big dog lover but I don't trust Bull Terriers anymore. I was in a park with friends and the dog came over and seemed friendly enough. It started jumping up at me but no biting yet. It started to growl (bigger sign than barking) and started tugging on my jeans, when I pulled my leg away it wasn't happy. Came barging back and locked it's jaw around my leg and began to chew. Easily took me down and if it had decided to go for my face or throat, I'd have been a lot worse off. The owner came running over and smacked it with the dog lead and it let go. Little fker still wanted more of me but the owner dragged it away. Not much blood but my leg swelled up bigger than I'd ever seen a leg swell up and I couldn't put any weight on it for 3 days. Had a tetanus and the dog was put down.

I've been nipped by little rat feature dogs a few times but they don't count because they're not real dogs, they're large mice.

The first dog to attack me when I was younger was a dachshund, and now my family owns a dachshund.

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.