When I was surveying power-lines, I was confronted at one time or another by an extensive range of dog breeds. I carried dog biscuits in my left pocket, and a lock-knife in my right pocket. I never had to go into my right pocket.
I recall going through the gate to a farm, and one dog appeared from behind the barn - then another, then another. In the end, there were eight of them - various 'breeds', but by the time the rottweiller appeared, I had vaulted back over the gate. The only dog that ever nipped me was a miserable-looking greyhound as it walked down the road with its owner; it went for my arm but mostly got my sleeve.
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