Something of a strange feeling for me, anyone who knows me will tell you. First, there is the thing that I’ve mostly been a cat person up till now. Not entirely by choice. I’ve had two wonderful cats throughout my life and they all chose me, you could say. Kinda wandered in one day and made themselves at home.
Secondly, I’ve had kinda a phobia of dogs for as long as I can remember. Or aversion might be a better word. I did use to be terrified of them. Sausage dog to poodle to German Shepard. Didn’t really matter. I was just edgy around them. I think the first dog that helped break down the walls was Harry, the German Shepard owned by my Godmother. Both gone now, may they rest.
She was huge and intimidating at first glance but a big softy. And so well trained. I remember her watching me eating a piece of chocolate cake with these big eyes. She could have just gone for it if she wanted too, but she just stood there. So I got to know her and like her.
Fast forward to today, and I’ve got to know a few dogs. Some better than others of course. Mostly dogs owned by family. And while I’m keeling more confident around them, I still not sure how to react sometimes. With cats I’d know how to react, know what they want sometimes. Or what I should do. Still I’m looking forward to learning.