Yes.

Max, my great-uncle (who's also my neighbour)'s german shepherd was on the fence. I saw him, and as usual I approached and streched my hand so he could smell it. In less than a second, he snapped his teeth and I had only time to pull out my hand. We went to the hospital.

Final balance: right hand's middle finger's nail bleeding as hell (I'm right-handed, so that means I won't draw or write on a while, as well as a bunch of typos caused by left-hand typing), two bleeding pieces of ofen flesh on the same finger, and a broken heart.

I loved him, but I know that he's dangerour: he had already bitten man others, and next time it can be much worse.