Once when I was half way across the yard to a customer’s front door I was met by a German Sheppard that bit me on the upper front part of my leg. The woman insisted the dog wouldn’t bite when I told her. I didn’t fault the dog. He was only doing his job protecting the property. I was upset that the owners did not have any signs up until after I was bitten.

The other time I was walking along a pole line in an alley and a dog came up behind me and bit the back of my ankle. It ran back into the yard before I could get a hold of it. It was about ¾ the size of the Sheppard, but it would not have fared too well if I had gotten my hands on it.

After that I carried a couple of cans of dog spray on my tool pouch. I got to be fast on the draw and made a few dogs rub their face on the grass.
