Dog bite

Yesterday all signs led to "Stop running, Molly!", but did I listen? Of course not. I forgot my phone, I didn't turn around when my hammie hurt, and I decided to take a different, more difficult route. And what happened?
I turned the corner, pushing myself hard. There was one house on the right, with a large yard and a lot of trees. I could see a horse farm behind it. Then I noticed them. Three dogs came running from behind the house, two small tan collies, and a very, very big dog. She had long white hair and a deep growl in her throat.
I was so focused on running I thought nothing of it. Dogs often run out and smell me so I continued as I was. Before I realized what had happened, I was lying on the ground with the big dog on top of me, and I was screaming. No one came out of the house. I pulled myself up and sprinted. When I reached the bottom of the hill I stopped. I was breathing hard, sobbing, and shaking uncontrollably. I looked down to find blood flowing steadily down in two places on my calf. It actually wrapped it's mouth around the back of my leg! The dog's teeth had dug in deep enough to drag me to the ground. I was in such a state of shock but I couldn't feel the pain.
After about a half a mile of sobbing, limping, and feeling helpless, I found a house with someone home. I was able to contact home and was brought to the hospital. Yay, what an adventure! All is well now. It only hurts a little. I just hope the poor dog doesn't get put down. It's not her fault she's scared of runners.