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People say a dog is a man’s best friend, but this dog was not my best friend. It happened Thanksgiving morning, the weather was cold as ice, but I forgot to wear my jacket. I was walking one of my dogs( and luckily she was not a runner). I went on the trail I usually go on. One part of the trail is touching the fences to backyards. Unfortunately, a dog was outside in one of the backyards.

When I passed the backyard with the dog in it, the dog reached its head through the bars and quickly bit my hand. I let go of my dog's leash and she started to bark at the dog very loudly. I tried to pull my hand back, but the dog held on like my hand was glued to his mouth. The dog kept shaking my hand back and forth, back and forth, back and forth violently.

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