ex customer had 5 rotties, i love rotties.
4 of em were always in the garage and i never saw them
but the one in the house hated me, a proper guard dog!
she always said he was the friendliest.
one summers day i was going down the side, with ladders on shoulder, " come in love" as i opened the gate "ive tied him up you'll be ok"
in i goes
hears this 'snap'. she'd only tied him up with washing line.
he got a proper hold of my arm and started shaking its head,
thing is i saw him coming but i was stuck down this side alley.
she was giving it a right kicking and screaming at it to let go.
put a right gash in my arm, blood all over.
husband came back and said "lucky it wern't one of 'tothers mate, they'd of killed ya"
i dropped the whole cul de sac because of that. wern't going there again.