My cousins had just brought their first Dobie named Prince. I was really little and a bit stupid I don't remember really what happened but I started running from him (he may have scared me I don't know why) and I started to run away. He thought I was playing and started to chase me. So there we are, practically the whole family plus my other relatives who were visiting in a big circle, watching me run from this huge dog. My cousin picked me up and turned me upside down and just held me by my legs. Prince came up to me and licked my face. It wasn't scary but now I know better than to run from a dog.