The dog owner stepped up to the plate in a big way. Before the dog bit me, I saw the owner training it on an extended leash. The dog apparently broke free from the long lead and went after me. As I heard it approach, I heard the owner calling it at the same time. I turned and showed myself to the dog, arms out, palms open, bent slightly forward. The dog (I thought) recognized me as no threat and turned to return to the owner. I turned and walked away with the owner still calling the dog and didn't think anything of it. My back was turned when the dog was coming after me again. He bit the inside of my knee and ran. I was furious. The owner asked if she could return the dog to her car and then talk to me. She accepted full responsibility for the attack and any medical costs. She gave me all of her personal information and photographed my knee.
The dog is a red heeler. Apparently I look and smell like an Australian steer. Less than two months ago I was in the very same spot with my three-year-old grandson. I love dogs but if my grandson had been the one bitten I think I would have strangled the dog with its own leash. I wasn't carrying. I was in a city park adjacent to a school.