One of the situations I responded to as a minister was a small boy in my Church, F, who was viciously attacked by a dog. It was one of those friendly breeds that may suddenly "turn" -- dogs which in some countries are strictly controlled. A little boy (not F) had regularly climbed up a wall to throw stones at the dog. This boy looked like F. One day, F and the dog happened to get into the same space, and the dog viciously attacked him. His father leapt on top of F, and was himself savaged. When I got to the hospital, F's mother was standing outside the theatre in a loose T-shirt soaked in blood. F survived, with nearly seventy stitches as I remember. The owners refused to put the dog down.