I just need to stress (again) that this was my PATERNAL grandmother (who is now deceased). My other grandmother, who is still alive, is the love of my life, the light of my world, and the apple of my eye... and she would never do such a thing. She actually LOVES her grandchildren.
(And btw, after the attack, my uncles insisted that Grandma get rid of that dog. And still, she refused. She just increased her insurance in case he attacked someone else and got sued). He didn't bite me, so it's possible he was really just trying to play, but he tackled me to the ground, scratched me terribly from my face down to my thighs, ripped my clothes off and even ripped the slip and tights I wore underneath. Pulled some of my hair out. There was blood everywhere, and worst of all, from that day on, I was terrified of dogs.