Anyone who wants can use me - yes, me - as an example.

When I was 4 years old, a neighbor dog who I had only ever seen over the fence before got loose and ran into my yard. Reggie was a smallish dog, maybe small beagle size but skinnier, a little terrier mix. Being the child I was I told him to sit and then gave him a big hug. He instantly chomped down on my face - my bottom lip to be exact, and I let go, cried out and was just stunned! As my mother was trying to wipe the blood of my face as I cried, I clearly remember her telling me, "Karen, not all dogs are hugging dogs. You always have to ask permission. Reggie probably thought you were trying to squeeze him to death, he just bit so you would let go."

And if you meet me in person, I can show you the scar to this very day. It's only obvious when I make certain faces, but it IS there!