Our first dog, Rags, hated black people. My dad picked him up from an alley in Baltimore so we're guessing he was maybe abused by them? Rags wouldn't hurt a fly but when we had black people over our house, we actually had to restrain him which we had never had to do before.

Samantha hates HATES big, broad-shouldered men with dark t-shirts on. It's the weirdest thing. She doesn't like hats either. Since I don't know what her very beginnings were like either, all I can do is assume she was abused by a big guy.

Sad.