I went to a Halloween party with Joe and some friends. There were two dogs in the house, a small terrier mix and a very round little chihuahua named Sugar. Both dogs were a little skittish when we came in the house but quickly seemed accept our presence.  Sugar even cuddled up against me on the couch at one point.
I love terriers, especially Yorkies and the second dog was definitely a Yorkie mix.  He was also much more timid than the chihuahua.  A few hours later, when no one was in the living room, the dogs began barking as though agitated by the lack of attention they were receiving.  I approached the dogs and the continued barking.  I put my hand down so the dogs could smell my hand.  I had pet Sugar several times.  As the little Yorkie mix smelled my hand I felt a sharp nip on my hand followed by a harder bite on my thigh.  Sugar bit me! Twice!
I went back into the kitchen, the dogs still barking on the couch.  My leg hurt.  That little dog bit hard.  I rinsed my hand off.  The bite on my hand was bleeding a little. I didn’t look at my leg until this morning but that bite hurt more even in my mildly inebriated state.  This morning I looked at my thigh and found she had broken the skin there too. Even though I was wearing jeans, I discovered a perfectly shaped imprint of Sugar’s teeth on my thigh.
After informed the dogs’ owner that they were a little bite-y, Joe mentioned that Sugar had bit him too.  Mean little dog.  It isn’t a serious wound but I wanted to share the story.  It is kind of funny.  Of course I would go to a party and get attacked by a chihuahua.  MEAN LITTLE DOG!