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I had a paper route when i was 13, and there was one house that always had a big German shephard tied up in their car port/back yard that would go absolutely insane when I went up the driveway. One day while I was riding my bike (they had a mailbox beside their driveway), I could hear him start barking and running up from the backyard, but I quickly realized he wasn't actually tied up that day. I tried to turn around and ride away, but he managed to take a giant bite out of my left calf before I could kick him in the face and hit him with my newspaper bag. Had to go to the hospital for cleaning and a precautionary rabies shot. The idiot owners offered to pay for the pants that were ripped and gave a generous tip and we left it at that. In retrospect, we should have made a bigger deal out of it and got the damn thing put down, but my parents didn't want to force the issue and I didn't particularly care at the time.