In 1973, I was 9 years old, I was walking along one of our old country roads to my friends house as I had done many times. I grew up in an amazingly safe little farm town. Suddenly, without provocation, I was ambush attacked by a large male german shepherd. If it were not for one of the owners children coming out to pull the dog off me, I would not be here today. It went for my throat, just missing it by inches. It bit my face, arms and ankle. I had over 100 stitches and was hospitalized.
I remember coming home from the hospital with my dad and watching him load the clip of his .45 auto intending to shoot it on sight right in their front yard. My mom had to plead with him not to go to the neighbors and shoot the dog. Those were some scary moments in an otherwise pretty normal childhood.
The SPCA and animal control came to our house and informed my parents the dog had also attacked a man who went to their house to give their car a jump start. He received 80 stitches. They took the dog away and euthanized it.
I'm kind of amazed I'm not scared of dogs. In fact, we had German shepherds as dogs when I was attacked and well into my late teens and loved them. However, I am always not surprised at how suddenly and viciously a dog will attack-especially the "bull/mastiff" breeds.
That video brought back some not so great memories.