>>682939I lived in Australia when I was little, and we would spend the summer staying my aunt's house on the beach. The last summer I was there, my aunt had just recently found and adopted this stray dog, and I spent the whole summer playing with it and she had gradually convinced my parents to let me keep it and take it back with me when school started again. Anyway, you can probably guess what happened. Even though there had never been a shark on this beach even seen by anyone, ever, one morning when me and my dog were swimming a shark attacked her. It was a small one, not even two feet long, and my dog was little terrier mix. Basically, I'm swimming along and the dog is paddling next to me, and then it vanished without even a splash, and then there was this thrashing under the water and then blood. A shark that small wouldn't even try to attack a person, not that I knew that, but still. I tried to reach for it, somehow, to save my dog. I'm probably really lucky it didn't bite my fingers or anything.
