I don’t think I am lucky in that respect. Nothing bites me, not dogs, not bugs, not small children. The last time I was bitten by something was in 1956 when a neighbor’s chihuahua ate up my hand. I mentally made a deal with the bees when I was 11 y.o. that I wouldn’t swat them if they wouldn’t sting me. I have not been stung or bitten since. I have walked past a number of dogs that should have done a job on my leg. I talk to them before I pass (except that Dobe). I met a lot of them on the Census. I don’t cross fences with dog warning signs on them until I have met the dog, though, and discussed it with him. I can tell about a bad dog and my bad attitude but it would take too much space.
That is just too cool.