Popcorn,
Just as Aspen and Misty said, not all dogs are mean. I was terrified of dogs my whole life. I was attacked by a GSD when I was only 5 years old!
I grew up in the city and when my father was in town (he travelled alot) he used to take us on picnics out in the woods. One day, my brother and I were "exploring" and saw a broken up lil hut. We didn't like it one bit, so we decided to turn around. At that moment, an old crusty man came out and had about 5 huge GSDs! Bigger than I am now! And he told them to get us! My brother and I ran as fast as we could, but one of the dogs got my by the leg. Fortunate for me I was wearing jeans, or that dogs would have ripped my calf off! Heck, he would have torn throw me like lamb chops! I screamed and my father had to shot the dog in the leg to get him of me. I was rushed to the hospital to get my leg stitched and the dog was rush to the vet. My father says that the bullet barely grazed the dogs leg, and that the dog was given to family that lived up in the mountains.
For 15 years, I had been terrified of dogs. If I heard one bark down the street, I wouldn't go down it! If I knew someone had a dog, I wouldn't visit. I hated going to my Grandparents coz they had dogs. I would steer clear of them!
Then 2 years ago, Andrew wanted a doggy so badly, that I decided it was time to get over my fear. We got Drake and the first few months were very tough on me. If Drake barked at me, I wuld freak out. I wouldn't even feed him treats out of my hand. I would throw them to him!
Now look at me!
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