First up was the Doberman Pinscher that may or may not be outside, roaming free. When I walked by his house, would I have to deal with him? Running towards me? Barking and frothing? If they really could smell fear, I was screwed.
Assuming I survived that obstacle, about a block or so further were the Chow dogs. A family bred them, and sometimes the mates were inside a fence, sometimes not. They too would come after whomever should dare walk down the street passed their lair, black tongues a-flapping.
I don't know how many times I had to deal with these dogs. And obviously, I survived. In fact, as far as I know, they never actually attacked anyone other than with barking and scare tactics. Still, when I was a kid, I was afraid of dogs. All dogs.
I'm not sure why I had The Fear. Maybe it was a result of our town's lax leash laws, but I just didn't like dogs at all. Why would people want to have one or more living with them?
Somewhere, that all changed. I can't put my finger on a specific time or event. It just happened. Maybe I just outgrew it like an allergy.
Now, I love dogs. Their loyalty, their unconditional love, their expressiveness.
We lost sweet, playful Domino a few short years ago. I still miss him dearly. China isn't getting any younger either. Still pretty active and healthy for an old lady, but we always have to include that "for an old lady" part.
Now, I can't imagine NOT having a pooch around. So, I'd like to say to the Doberman and the Chow Chows...
Sorry I hated you when I was a kid. Thank you for not mauling.
For Mama Kat's Writing Prompt:
3.) Something that scared you when you were young...are you still afraid?