“I’ve been afraid of them all my life and people think I’m crazy.”
Yes, me too. Hubby’s family are all dog people.
I’ve gotten a bit better about them, I’ve actually known some lovely dogs. They’ve got to be trained though, it’s 100% a must. And I’m even kind of “friends” now with my in-law’s rambunctious dog, but he’s gotten a lot better. My sis-in-law went through pure heck to get him in line. He’s a super smart dog and he’d probably be better off as a real working dog, doing police work or something like that. I just think he’s unfulfilled as a pet.
But I wouldn’t stay alone with him, not at all. That dog could rip my head off easy if he had a mind.
I’m truly a cat person, but I will say that although I don’t dislike dogs I remain wary of them all.
Yes, I have known some fine dogs, and actually had a pit bull run up behind me on a country road a long time ago. He scared me to death, but I thought being friendly might be prudent. He responded to a soft voice and followed me. I had no idea who he belonged to, but he adopted me and became my shadow for about a year. He would even lie down across the front door when I was in the house. He was guarding me. I did love that dog, but he too was liable to attack at any time. He would jump any dog that came around and he went for the throat. I never fully trusted him. My encounter with dogs is limited to those who belong to people I know well.