I had a Dalmatian in Colorado when I was like 9. We kept him on a chain in the backyard because we lived in town and it was required and stuff if you had a shitty fence. Our neighbors dog jumped over our shitty fence to growl at my dog and Arnold broke his chain to defend himself. He ended up biting him and the dog blead a bit and they pressed charges. We went to trial for it and won the case, because I played the most adorable sad kid alive of "Please don't put my dog down, he was just defending himself in our backyard" etc. It was an amazing role played, but that crap was serious.