Facing Death

yesterday I was in my office typing on the computer. My office door was open letting in the breeze. As I was typing i felt breath on my neck. I thought it was my co-worker, so I yelled "Back off Punk!". The breath continued on my neck. So I turned around in haste ready to slap my friend... but to my surprise it was a drooling pit bull mother dog. I was parolized. I was sure i was going to die or at least loose an arm or something. After I messed my pants and cried my eyes out face to face with the mother dog, i got up and walked out the office. The dog came after me and I jumped back in the office and shut the door. I hid in my office for like the next 30 mins before I left. Yikes!