Me, yesterday. There was a little Jack Russell in the road on the way home from work, both lanes stopped and a decent tailback building up. I filtered through, and felt obliged to stop. Looked like he'd been hit by a car, but was still able to walk n that. I pull over, get off the bike, and can see that a few people there already have a plan of bundling him into some fella's car and taking him to the nearest vets. Only problem - he's very scared and bitey. "Not to worry folks, I am here! Look at my big leather gloves, I will be fine!", I thought to myself as I attempted to pick up the little fella. Well he absolutely savaged me Bit right through my gloves. I involuntarily called him a little C-word and dropped him. It took a woman to come over, chuck a coat over him and calmly place him in the car. Rightfully I looked a proper dickhead Never stopping for dogs again!