The only time I literally peed my pants was on an evening walk around my (then) neighborhood and a pitbull got loose from his yard and ran towards me silently, crouched and was ready to spring for my throat. His owner was running after him and finally wrestled him to the ground about 2 feet from me.
The owner then shouted obscenities at me for aggravating the dog since I had screamed in terror.
That taught me all I need to know about pit bulls. And their charming owners.
I can imagine and I hear you. As a teenager running a paper route that went into a bad area of town I was set upon by a small gang of dogs run by a pit bull.
But I had my bicycle and the bag of newspapers around my shoulder so when I went down I put the bicycle over the top of me for cover along with thew news paper bag to cover my legs and I stuffed rolled up newspapers into the pitbull’s mouth. The thing was so enraged it could not distinguish between one of my limbs and the newspaper.
The other dogs stayed back and after a time the pit bull lost interest and went off.
I got out of it with just some deep bite marks, shortly after that I quit the paper route.