When I was a young 'un
we were very poor and lived on a shitty council estate in shitty Hull. The street we lived on was a 14 house cul-de-sac, and the neighbors across the street were affectionately known as "gippos". They had 6 dogs who used to hang around their front garden and terrorize the neighborhood kids.

One night, my brother and I were 10 and were coming home from a school disco (shout out to Shakespeare Junior High!). We turned the corner to our grove and the dogs were there snarling and growling.
Somehow, my brother managed to escape, but the pack came after me. I managed to climb up into an 8ft high hedge (god knows how, sheer terror I think) until my mum came out. All the neighborhood dads came out and beat the pack back. One of the guys rescued me from the hedge and ran with me to my house with the dogs chasing after us.
Needless to say, I don't like dogs. Fortunately, I wasn't injured.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 17:14, Reply)