Riding down a suburban street. Suddenly a standard size black dog charges from the front patio of a house. It ignores commands from the owner and soon catches me. I nearly crash pulling my leg up just as it's muzzle touches my jeans. Then it, for whatever reason, decides to go home.
Then, I hear a faint apology from the garage. I was shook so in no uncertain terms I told him what fate awaited if there was a repeat incident.
"But I apologized" No promise he would be responsible and control the pet as required by law.