I was bitten age 5 by a Dachsund with a scar on my right cheek to prove it
tho it does not show much now as I am in my 60s.
"Peanut" was supposedly "my" (never thought to ask for) dog but 7 year older sister dominated the dog from when he was a new puppy as a gift for my birthday (an age inappropriate pet but this was early 50s extremely rural and a way of life now essentially gone).
We ran three very tame horses and a mule in our large fenced yard fenced essentially treated as large slow dogs and had other horses, cows, chickens, pigs, nearby. Peanut had a bad habit of chasing livestock until one of the yard horses or the mule kicked Peanut to a near death experience. As an aside, most dogs have the sense to be afraid of large pigs.
My parents had a party and barbeque and Peanut took my steak and bit me bloody and stitches in the face and I never saw the dog again.
The other dogs that were around then were my grandfather's hunting hounds. They were all lovers.