I guess I'll say what happened.
I was out for a routine walk and went by this house that sometimes had a dog out that I do not like (it's had because it seems like the dog is gone no matter what, either put down or rehomed). I had already been pawed pretty hard by the dog previously, but luckily I was wearing a thick sweatshirt that day (if I'm in short sleeves on that day, I get a pretty bad cut) and just didn't think it was worth it to get ugly even though I typically hate dogs, and I remember that that stuff did hurt.
This time though, I went by the same house, tried to turn around when I heard a familiar bark (although it was too late at that point, I likely should've marched on), the owners of the house tried to call the dog back, and it initially did go back, but then just turned around and launched at me, knocked me to the road, and started biting. I'm lucky I wasn't scalped (that area was first), and the dog didn't get to the neck.
I think I'll be fine, but this is where my luck ran out. I had a bad car wreck in August where I walked away scot free with mostly some mental scars, but this time I got injured, and confirmation that I'm in the right to hate dogs.
