I took the girls for our daily walk, and as I rounded the corner of our block, the door to the owners house opened and out came running their German Shepard. He usually barks when we walk by his fence, but never in a vicious way. As we walked by he pulled free of the owners grasp and ran at us. The girls started barking and he lunged at Casey snapping and biting. I stepped in between yelling. The owners finally came and grabbed him. Casey was fine, she had some scrapped fur, but more scared then anything. It wasn't until we got home I realized I had a bite on my leg. No broken skin, but there nonetheless. Poor Hunter and Casey walked the whole way home tails between the legs, fur on end. I never said much to the owners-I was more concerned with getting away. They never apologized or anything.