This scar is from a yellow Lab that grabbed me about 35 years ago:
We'd taken my parents English Setter pup out for a walk in the local woods, when this yellow Lab, Ben, came barrelling down the path and pinned our pup (Simon) down. My Mum yelled at the owner 'get your bloody dog off!!' but he was too far away (he lived three doors away, and was a Judge), so me being young (18), and stupid, I waded it.
The dog turned on me and grabbed my right forearm, where the scar is now, and although a 'soft jawed' breed it didn't feel that soft to me.
Unfortunately, for Ben, I was still hormonally unbalanced at 18 and a lot stronger than I am now. The path ran alongside a small stream, so I hauled it in and held it under until it had the chance to reflect on its position. It was all over in just a few seconds.
The Judge wondered what on earth I was doing to his dog. When he saw my arm he quickly back-pedalled on his vociferations.
Moral of the story 1) Fools rush in....
Moral of the story 2) If you're near water, even water dogs prefer breathing.
Ben continued to bark at everyone though his fence, except me.
Gaz