Well I was also attacked by an Alsatian that got loose from its owner when I was seven. It was the dog's second bite and we took the owner to court. I remember standing on the leather-clad bench and being warned by the beak that I had better tell the truth. I remember being castigated by an inquisitor because the dog had attacked me while I was "playing football in the street." Heinous! The dog-owner was ordered to keep his dogs under control and to pay court costs. A little while later he was caught shoving dogshit through the letter box of my mum's shop. He was bound over that time. Bloody dogs. Bloody dog-owners. Do you blame me?