I've started working for a utilities firm this week as there are 25,000 sensors that need to be installed to manholes throughout the North West and I got lucky to get on it with my mate, who does the driving(while I do all the paper work on the tablet). But anyway, we were in Stockport today, a postman was delivering a parcel across the road. The next minute, some huge, angry German Shepherd came running out at him, he ran inside a garden and closed the fence, then the dog turned and looked at us. I've never seen my mate run so fast back to the van, I myself also ran like fuck as well of course. The worst thing to do is run though, as by doing so you're enticing it. It wanted the postman and not us, so by running we were bringing the attention on to us, but in that moment you fucking shit yourself . Luckily the owner went out after it and managed to get it back in.