When I was about four or five, my mother and I were walking pass this junkyard. We were on the side walk and I remember this HUGE (well to me it was) German Shepard charging us. His teeth barred and coming at me. My mother pushed me out of the way and the dog bit her instead of me. When he sunk his teeth into her thigh, I was screaming.
Mom, stabbed him with the comb she had in her hand. The owner was yelling about his dog. I remember the police came and took the dog. Mom went to the doctor to have the bite cleaned. I was terrified of big dogs until I got older.
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