Originally Posted by
todi
Jezzz, this thread brings back memoires.... I love dogs, BUT: I have a scar on my chest, on my arm, and on my hand from 3 different shepards. I've had a Rotweiler go after me and I was saved by getting through a door which it tried to take down to get to me. Two other scary moments were: running early morning in the mountains of Virginia and coming across a wolf hybrid and a pit bull that had packed together and killed a fawn. They were in the middle of the trail and we had a face off. It was weird because you could see who was the brains of the group. The pit bull kept looking to the hybrid kind of like, "what ta we do boss? What ta we do?" I stood my ground and the hybrid took one step towards me (which caused the pit bull to start towards me) and then the hybrid changed it's mine. I slowly made my way around them and then got the hell out of there. Another time, I decided to go running after dark on this old trail outside of a town close by here that boardered on the National Forest. I realized what a mistake that was when 5 miles into the run, I head a pack of ferral dogs following me in the trees. I didn't think I was going to make it back to my car that night.
Dogs are varied as much as people in temperment and strength. Some of them are as difficult to bring down as a psycho laced on PCP. Not running and holding your ground may work, and then again, it may not.