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I used to say I'm phobic of dogs.
Now I guess I'm just nervous around strange dogs, and that doesn't count.
Scenario:
1. Man arrives with water for our office water cooler.
2. Y's dog starts barking loudly at him.
3. I come out of the conference room, interrupting a technical discussion with J., to tell Darren (the dog), "You stop that right now, mister!" and point him back toward Y's office.
4. He obeys me, on all counts, and Y. shuts him in his office.
I'm not surprised I reacted before Y did: I tend to react quickly when startled. What I am surprised by is that while I was startled-nervous, that was it.
I wonder if this applies to dogs I don't know as well as that loud, spoiled black monster. ;)
And meanwhile, work is going okay. Getting stuff done, piece by piece and bit by bit.
Now I guess I'm just nervous around strange dogs, and that doesn't count.
Scenario:
1. Man arrives with water for our office water cooler.
2. Y's dog starts barking loudly at him.
3. I come out of the conference room, interrupting a technical discussion with J., to tell Darren (the dog), "You stop that right now, mister!" and point him back toward Y's office.
4. He obeys me, on all counts, and Y. shuts him in his office.
I'm not surprised I reacted before Y did: I tend to react quickly when startled. What I am surprised by is that while I was startled-nervous, that was it.
I wonder if this applies to dogs I don't know as well as that loud, spoiled black monster. ;)
And meanwhile, work is going okay. Getting stuff done, piece by piece and bit by bit.
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Actually, it is friends like her I should be afraid of; she knew better, as the dog was trained to guard, and her parents weren't home. And it was only a single-tooth bite. But it takes a while to get over that sorta thing; I had a wrist brace for a while.
There was a time when I was so terrified of dogs, that even the family dog scared me. I hated it when my parents made me feed him, even though I didn't have to go into his run to do so. (Of course, prying open the sheet-metal side of his feeder hurt me worse than he ever would've, considering he was a sweetheart - but I was terrified of him, at the time. I still feel bad about that, actually, because he was a good dog and to have me react that way wasn't kind at all.)
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There's no such thing. Even the sweetest dogs can bite people they don't like. My pup was sweet as hell, but when the cable guy came to hook us up, she hauled ass out the door and damn near bit his head off. I think I was born with a special gene that makes dogs like me. Almost every dog I've ever come in contact with has obeyed me. Sadly this doesn't work with the damn cats I live with now.
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I'm not claiming I believe that now, but I figured that was obvious, considering that for a long time I've had trouble accepting that any dog is safe, even in the particular moment.
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