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I'll try very hard not to get on my soapbox about "psycho pit bulls" since it's based off of your own experiences and stuff...
Anyways, there was once a dog chasing us around when we were kids over at a babysitter's house. I don't remember it well but I think it was actually a little dog (but when you are 6 and your older brother is... 7? any dog can seem big) all I really remember was being high up on the porch while my brother decided to try and get away from it by standing on a rotting picnic bench. Not... a good idea since he ended up falling backwards and busting his head on a cinder block (he was ok with a few staples but there was a LOT of blood). that was the only time I remember a dog when we lived there aside from our akita and our neighbors rottie (that I only remember because it had an undocked tail so it was like black a rat tail that would whip you when he was wagging it).
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