I hate to be a pain, but your dog just bit me.

It's about 8:45 tonight and I'm walking to the store for a candy bar. Warm air, nice smell, flower blossoms, spring is finally arriving, just in time for summer. As I come near my house, a man approaches, walking his mutt or german shepherd or whatever. I move to step aside, but the guy comes to his house and lets the dog in the gate. So I start to walk past the two, looking straight ahead instead of at the guy (Boston friendly.) All of a sudden I feel a strong tug on my arm, look down and see the dog's jaw wrapped around my wrist for a second. Then the guy says something very quietly and the dog sits down. I keep on walking, never exchanging a word with the dogowner. About a block away, looking down at my arm, I see a largish tear in the sleeve of the sweatshirt* I'm wearing. Whuh happen- Friendly canine roughhousing or Fox's 'A Dog's Revenge?'

*It's not my shirt, but I like it a lot. Maybe I shouldn't give it back to its owner, considering its condition. Ah well, at least it looks fantastic on me.