Last week, I was working in the yard and the neighbor let the dogs out. I walked into the garage until the dogs went back in. While I was waiting in the garage, Mrs. Sabo came out and asked me what I was doing. I told her why, and she said calmly "You know that dog isn't going to hurt you, right?" Erm, no, I don't know that, especially when the dog's hair is raised on its back. That's why I'm in here.howard wrote:Man, that kind of phobia must suck. Pretty hardwired in your brain so intellect cannot overcome it, very disturbing when triggered, (which now happens frequently for reasons beyond your easy control, other than committing puppycide), but not so frequent nor debilitating to warrant the significant time, effort and expense to undergo treatment.
My elderly neighbor (the mother) also has a small dog, and she barks at me all the time. She's charged me as well, but in that instance I wasn't afraid because she's so small. But the daughter's puppy is big enough and fast enough that if it did attack me, it could do some damage.
What pisses me off the most is I enjoy being in my back yard. I enjoy sitting on my back pad and watching the birds. I like having a camp fire out back on occasion. But now if I do that, I have to worry about this stupid puppy coming at me while I'm trying to relax. And all because this woman is too fucking lazy to do anything about it.
