ROFL Not to totally hijack a pretty worn out thread, but you remind me of some of my bites. I was walking around a house that had been converted into multiple apartments, trying to find the one that was having a phone installed. On the front of the house was a "Beware of Dog" sign that had obviously been there for years, and behind the house almost buried in the snow was a dog house that showed no sign of recent habitation. I made it three quarters of the way around the house before the dog snuck up behind me and took a chunk out of my butt. He was chained up in the garage and there were no signs of him, that I noticed, as I passed between the house and the garage, and I escaped by leaping over the top of a snow berm, a jump I could not have accomplished without the impetus of the sudden attack.VoiceofReason wrote:As I stated in another post, I was bitten twice while working for Bell. I had to pepper two or three other dogs. It has been so long I can’t remember. A Sheppard bit me on the upper front part of the leg and another time a medium size dog came up behind me and bit me above the ankle. Both were quick one bite attacks. The Sheppard stood and confronted me after bighting me and the owner came to the door. Had the Sheppard tried for another bite, I would have stuck a large screwdriver in him a few times. I would have no problem suing the owner and Bell for firing me.
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I was dispatched to repair the phone at the address where the Sheppard bit me. The gate wasn’t locked, no signs, and I was halfway to the door when the dog came around the house.
I wasn’t even on private property when the medium size dog bit me. I was on common property, walking the easement looking for a terminal. He bit me then ran.
The dog hooked the seam of my Levi's and tore the jeans right down to the ankle on each side, leaving me wearing essentially a skirt, with blood trickling down into my right boot. I immediately climbed into my truck and drove back to the garage and notified the garage secretary that I was going home (off the clock) to change my britches because they were torn. She pulled a little sewing kit out of her desk and offered to stitch them up for me, and I told her that they were beyond that kind of repair. At this point I did not realize how bad my injury was (it was tough to see) and didn't know how much blood was all over my legs and butt. When I turned to show her how bad the pants were torn, she saw all the blood and insisted on getting me transported to the hospital for treatment. Three stitches to sew up the gash.
I have also been "mauled" by an attack Chihuahua, which left horrible looking chew marks on the ankle of my boot. I count it as a bite, but it did not result in any personal physical damage, other than leaving permanent marks on my boot.