When I was little, I remember walking to the bus stop every day. Our bus picks us up down the road, so my siblings and I have to walk a couple of blocks to get there. It was not uncommon that we would see a passing jogger or a dog. Of course every time we saw a dog we just had to stop and pet it. I remember this story clear as day. It as a brisk August morning and my sister and I were nearing the end of my street when a big golden retriever came marching into view. My sister immediately ran over to it and started to rub its back. Unfortunately, this dog became a little too friendly. It began to lick my sister’s eye, which resulted in her having to wear an eye patch for a couple of weeks. Needless to say, dogs have not been my best friends since then.
Stemming off of just that one incident, my irrational fear of dogs has really stayed with me over the years. I find myself standing in the corner of friend’s houses to wait for their dogs to move before I can sit on a sofa or go downstairs. I can’t really explain why dogs freak me out, they just do. If a dog comes up and starts to rub against me, nine times out of ten I will shove that dog away.
It is very unfortunate to me that the one animal that I dislike so much happens to be considered “man’s best friend.” Haha, what a joke. If there is one thing I know, it is that dogs are evil, and I am one of the smart ones….maybe.
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