Yesterday turned out to be a good day, in spite of the attack dog. Yes, I am fine, my leg is just bruised, and H's hand is okay, too. His bike isn't even messed up, just scratched. We were very lucky. I have never been attacked by anything before...and it surprised me more than anything. CCC-yes, we knew who the dog belonged to, the police chief that came and talked to us said there had been many problems before. I told him emphatically that I didn't want any harm to come to the dog, nor did I want to make any trouble for the owner, other than taking responsibility to make sure it was chained/penned up. What happened after that, I don't know. I probably don't want to know....i can't bear the idea of anyone hurting a dog, even if it did hurt someone else. I also know that all of you will think that statement is really stupid, but it is the way i am. To me, animals are to be loved and cared for, and frankly, it is NOT his own fault that he (the dog) acted that way. It is the fault of the owner.
I assume it was a male dog, in my mind, they are more aggressive than females. I voiced that opinion to H and asked him what he thought---he said "I didn't have the time to flip him over and rub his tummy.....so I don't know" Typical H. Always the funny guy. Thank God.