I know that wild/feral dogs are a serious threat. There was a vicious pack roaming in the woods when my Dad bought our NJ farm in 1947. The State Troopers finally shot them all. One looked me over when I was about 4–I thought it was a deer at first (fawn colored). After I got the “chills” from its stare and threw my toy at it, it left. I wasn’t dinner that day.