About 3 weeks after we got Malone, I was walking with him down the trail...Malone was ahead of me in full view. All of a sudden I heard "dog jingles" BEHIND me. I turned around to see a HUGE dog (OK so it seemed extra big that day) and I'm not great with breeds but to kind of describe...a rottie with brindled fur. And I love dogs, but I was really scared. Because it was me, my 12 week old puppy, and nobody to call the other dog off. He stood over Malone, kind of bared his teeth at me--not much, just enough to tell me who was boss. I was trying so hard to remember what I learned--don't look them in the eye, and don't run, etc. etc. I managed to swoop Malone up in my arms (glad he was only like 17 pounds!) and started to walk. As I told my husband later, I really didn't have time to find out if he was a friendly dog or not, and I wanted Malone's first experience w/another dog to be a positive one. I just kept shouting GO HOME. He stayed literally under my feet for 1/4 mile, and then just stopped. I prayed the whole time that he wouldn't chase me when I put Malone down again. Chances are he was a VERY friendly dog, that I didn't understand him, but it's very easy to feel intimidated when an intimidating dog trys to intimidate you.