You have come a long way! My dad, wayyy back in the day, was a mailman until the day a dog attacked him. He was bitten badly several times and fell down a flight of steps trying to flee. He promptly quit, but he never did get over his fear of them and even though we did briefly have a small dog, he was never comfortable around him. Yay you :) And while I'm at it, yay for Cobie, too!
Oh, your poor dad! How terrible to even be afraid of your own dog. :( I was never bitten that badly, and at least I was never afraid of the football-sized ones. I try to get Cobie out front a couple of days a week, or at least leave the inside door open, so he sees our mailman and knows he's a friend and not a lopsided invader of some kind.
I was bitten by a small dog when I was a kid. Never liked the small dogs after that, despite having a really cool Scottie named Heather. But then I met Pap's beagle/terrier Pepper. And then Woody. And then Otis. And coming soon, 'Quila. Yeah, dogs are very therapeutic.
"You don't get the dog you want, you get the dog you need." Or the dog you didn't even know you needed. So very, very true. I don't know where I'd be today without my snugglebunny.
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Yeah, dogs are very therapeutic.
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Or the dog you didn't even know you needed. So very, very true. I don't know where I'd be today without my snugglebunny.
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