When I was 18 I took a year off between high school and college to play in my band. For work I became an electric meter reader. One day while reading meters, I drove up a long driveway to find a man gardening outside with his two dogs. One dog was on a chain and the other was running free. I rolled down my window and asked him, "are the dogs safe?" He replied that the dog running free was friendly but the one on the leash was not. I got out of the car and immediately the dog running free ran over to me and bit my leg. I was bleeding quite a bit and the guy took me in and cleaned my wound. I went to the ER, per company policy and while there they gave me a few stitches and they gave me a drug test. -Also company policy. Back then I smoked a fair amount of pot. Two days later I was fired for drug use. The scar has faded over the years, but I can still see it and when I do I'm reminded of the only job I was ever fired from. Stupid dog!