I love dogs and can truthfully say I have never met one I did not like. Sometimes it takes a little time for them to figure me out and vice versa, but they all turn out to be good people. Mrs. Guy is amazed at how quickly dogs take to me.
My daughter was active in canine 4-H for many years. Her second year in, she qualified for the state level show. Well...when we went over for the show, we set up camp as directed in this one area. We just happened to be next to an exhibitor with an Irish Wolfhound. I’ve been around a lot of big dogs in my day. That was the first time I felt physically intimidated by an animal. Oh...did I mention I was used to handling 1000# steers in 4-H back in my day? Those hounds are magnificent beasts.
State level! Wow! I hope she still has dogs.
Fond memory: Cory was anxious to play at Trout Pond and leaped from the passenger seat while I was still behind the wheel. I’m lying on my back with him straining at his leash as this horrified woman backs away from us. “You’re not afraid of dogs, I hope,” I called, as she moved away even faster.
Hint: do NOT run with a leashed Irish Wolfhound. Or, if you do, be prepared for grass-stained jeans.