Four years later, my left leg still has scars where a loose dog attacked me while I was on Zediker Road east of Fresno. Bit holes through the leg warmer. Then it ran off to the house alongside the road, the occupants returned and then denied it was their dog. Waited two hours bleeding by the side of the road for animal control to come take a report and take the dog away. (After all, if it wasn't their dog, they couldn't really fight it being taken away, could they.)
Ugly, nasty territory out there, and it's part of most riders' standard route to the hills.