Originally Posted by
beachmouse
My one day working for the US Census in 2000 ended when I got attacked by a Pomeranian. It tried really hard, but couldn't manage to break the skin on my leg through my pants, much less venture into the maiming or killing realm. (Still it was enough that I decided the $9 or so an hour wasn't worth keeping the job)
My father was attacked by a cocker spaniel and required stitches. I was attacked by a rabbit (yes, a cute, fuzzy little bunny) and required medical treatment.