When I was younger, i used to love dogs. I just found them to be so adorable and every time I saw one i had to pet it. I was 7 yrs old and i was at my grandmas. A stray black dog came up to her house and i saw it. It was a big dog and looked kinda scary with muscles rippling through its shoulders, but i still wanted to pet it. I walked up to it and it gave a low growl. I reached out to touch it and it jumped. Knocked me down and was tearing at my face. I was screaming and struggling. All i could think of was to protect my neck and don't let it bite my throat. Just as quick as it started it ended, my mom ran out side and scooped me up and took me inside. She grabbed a towel to wrap around my face to stop the bleeding. I don't remember much after that other than a bunch of bright lights and doctors standing around me. I woke up in the hospital bed with my parents standing by me. I found out i had 27 staples in my scalp and 14 stitches on my face. So from here on out i didn't walk up to just any dog but i still loved them.