When I was 10 I went up the hill behind our house. The neighbors dog had gotten off his chain and before I knew it the dog was attacking me. I was tall for my age but super skinny. The dog, a husky, out weighed me by several pounds. I managed to get my arm up and stay standing. All I remember is being stiff as a board and screaming. The dog was going for my throat and face but only managed to get my arm and chest (I thank god that I hadn't started developing yet). All of a sudden the dog let go and took off, I don't know if my screaming or something/someone sacred him off. My angel was definitely with me that day and may have even been the one to get the dog to run off. My injuries ended up being mild, I didn't have to have rabies shots, and the scars that I was told would be obvious for life have healed down to almost nothing. Eventhough the scar on my arm is shaped like a lightening bolt, so I would have been ok with that one staying a little bigger.
The police, doctors, and owners do not know how I was able to stay standing under the force of a dog that size.
The owner still feels guilty to this day (he knew his dog was being teased by school kids and that it did not like kids) and offers to buy me a drink or meal when he sees me around town. I always tell him no thanks, everything turned out fine and I got a cool scar out of it.