I was just bitten by a dog, walking down a residential street in a totally decent area of Portland. :eek:
I'm completely okay - the dog just punctured my baggy sweater and didn't break my skin. But yeah, I was just walking along, kind of zoned out... and this unleashed jack russell walking with his owner went nuts, starting seriously barking and sprinted up to me and leap-lunged at my belly. I immediately protected my stomach with my arm, and the owner called its name before it could chomp again.
The owner looked like every other 20-something professional in town and was kind of like "uh, I'm sorry" in this completely stupid way. I was so SHOCKED I just kept walking home because I didn't know what to say. "Get a leash, witch." or "I know this really great dog trainer, check him out." This is nuts. I needed to vent. I like animals, but sometimes their owners need a little training.
End of rant. I'm okay. I had a freaked out moment where I thought about all of the horror movie symbolism in a white dog going nuts and lunging at my belly LOL.