About Three Years Ago

I was rushed by a dog today a German Shepherd of some sort very aggressive freaked me out luckily there was a guy working in a yard next to me with a pick ax. Still it was touch and go there for a bit. Me thinking,"don't make eye contact, don't move." Every time I moved the dog would freak out. So, I'm standing there thinking, "You can't touch me. I'm in my God bubble. Go away." All this time the guy with the pick ax is watching the dog and getting ready to kill it for me. Lord! I was glad when the thing calmed down and I could get away. I hate dogs.