Four fecking rabid JRTs that belonged to a bloke who used to sell saddles and leather goods etc, went to buy a pair of boots off him and made the mistake of opening the gate that led into the courtyard where his stables were. A split second later I had four of the little feckers hanging off me savaging my legs/shins to shreds....hearing all the noise the old guy shouted at them and away round the corner they disapeared leaving me to tend my shredded shin bones and legs, still had to pay full price for my boots to add insult to injury....little tw*ts.