You were peacefully walking down the street, enjoying the sun hitting your face, watching other people walking around carelessly and listening to music. All of a sudden this monster of a rottweiler jumps at you and tackles you to the ground. You shut your eyes closed, expecting a massacre, but to your surprise it didn't attack but licked your face. His owner came running towards you, quickly getting the dog off of you. He held out a hand to you, his head bowed in an apologetic matter. The blonde spoke up, a hint of embarrassment in his tone

"I am very sorry, please accept my apology, usually he doesn't do that!"