One day last week there were 4 young puppies loose wandering around my neighborhood. They were gone within 24 hours so either their owner collected them again, or they found new homes. They looked cute from a distance, but I didn't let them learn my scent.
About 6 months ago a young dog, not a puppy but not a mature dog, apparently broke his rope and was running loose. It wasn't a huge dog, looked like a setter but apparently strong as evidenced by the broken rope. I grabbed the frayed end of the rope and held on for dear life. That young dog pulled me around like a rag doll. Before that incident I almost considered getting another dog but that convinced me to let that idea go.