Short Version: I used to be scared of Dogs, now I own one.
Long Version: My grandparents used to have this dog named Dutchy. It was one of those teeny tiny dogs that hated everybody. It's mangled the hands of my dad's side of the family. (Not badly, but there's obvious scars from multiple bite wounds. Now, I was VERY young at the time (2-3). I wanted to play with Dutchy, but he didn't want to play with me. I ended up with two deep bite wounds on my arm. That was the point when my grandparents did what everybody wanted to do, but never had a good reason until then. The last two bites that dog ever knew was: Bite the Baby and "Bite the Dust." From then until about the age of 11, I was scared as anything of Dogs. I would flinch away and try to distance myself around any dog at all. It was only thanks to my friend who (Against my will) insisted that I walk her dog with her EVERY night. I guess it turned out for the better. Now my family owns a puppy and I'm perfectly happy. The puppy... not so much. (It was recently separated from it's mother when we received it, so it's still crying... Alot...)
If I ever get a dog myself, it's going to be a Yellow Lab. My cousin has one and it's so big and friendly and it's fun to play with outside, but it also enjoys lounging around doing nothing. Just like me! = D
~AZX
