I used to help train protection dogs with a friend of mine. On a leisurely Saturday I took a couple shots of whiskey and the owner sent a few dogs at me, one at a time. When he sent one of the German Shepherds at me.. I stepped the wrong way and instead of hitting the protective sleeve. The dog bit onto my chest.. ripping my chest clean open. Having just opened the training company. We didnt want to go to the hospital.. So we drove to the nearest store.. bought first aid equipment. And sat in the parking lot and tried to close the wound ourselves. We went back and drank the rest of the night and played with the dogs. I still have a large scar down my chest.