Going to the Dogs, Part 2

This is a goofy story.  On recent Sunday morning, I was mowing our lawn when I saw a wandering dog, a pitbull/boxer mix looking animal.  It entered our back yard and I made sure our soon to be 1st grader was in the house.  The dog started toward me and it was not wagging its tail.  It wasn't neutered, it had a collar, but no ID tag.  I joined my family in the house and my wife called the cops to see if they could come get it.  The dog wandered off and we didn't see it again, and I don't know if the cops picked it up or not.  

Cut to 8:00 am Monday morning.  I get on my bike and head to work, cruising down the hill.  I see a guy walking a dog on a leash toward me down the sidewalk.  As I get closer, I see that the dog is the dog - the same one that was in my yard the day before.  As I pass by right next to them, I want to say something, like, "Glad you got your dog back," or something to confirm that it really was the dog.  But, I decided to just keep peddling.  Just as I pass the dog, I look at it and it suddenly leaps at me growling and then comes up just short of my leg,  snapping its jaws.  The man barely shortened the leash in time.  Whew!  I just blurted "Holy ----!" and kept going.  What a weird coincidence!  Or was it...did the dog remember I dropped a dime on him?