A few days ago, this man bought an unmuzzled rottie (rotweiler) into the park. Well, I was minding my own business initially when that rottie (whom I found out was called bear) started attacking me! He held on to my tail and refused to let go and even went for my neck!
And the worse is, no one came to help me!
See poor me, already going belly up from the attack and yet my M had time to whip out her phone to take photos.
Ya ya, I know I wasn't really in danger, but still, Bear IS a rottie, nevermind the fact that he's only 3 months old. I hope he doesn't acquire a taste for my tail when he's older.
Don't tell my M that I was actually secretly enjoying myself.