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   I attempt to help the dog from getting in trouble. I call him to bring him back to where he belongs. We both made eye to eye contact, and that is how i knew he was upset with me. I open my eyes to a sight of darkness and teeth in front of me. The thought that my house was right there and no one has been there to help me, worried me. i soon heard a panic yell from my dad. The dog was gone. Blood on my shoulder and in my mouth. I was attacked