I was savagely attacked by a dog last night. I was minding my own business, not ten feet from my front door, when this barking little ball of fur raced at me from 30 feet away. I use the term "raced" loosely, because he had about a 6 inch stride. I was frozen in my tracks; fearing that if I made any sudden movements, that I might step on him inadvertently. He came at me like a lion until he got about 6 feet from me, when he veered off to the right and circled back to his owner; kind of like he just remembered it was supper time and this was Kibbles and Bits night. I give him a solid 10 for approach, but his end game needs a little bit of work. Even so, I feel much safer knowing he is patroling the park, keeping unruly squirrels and bunnies with attitudes from taking over. He may have the body of a tiny muskrat, but he has the courage of a wolf. I salute him.