As a child I was very fond of dogs. I had no fear of them and I would walk up to any dog at any time and hug it. Two events taught me a lessons about the nature of an animal that I have ever forgotten.
One day my grandmother and I were walking in our neighborhood. I saw a dog and ran up to it. I asked the lady what kid of dog it was and she told me a boxer. Being an impudent fool I acted like I was going to punch the dog. The dog jumped at me and bit my nose very hard. I no longer punch dogs.
The second lesson I had to learn was regarding dogs and dinner. Our neighbor had a huge sweet German Shepard. One day I was playing in the yard and the lay had fed it. The dog was eating. I wanted to show off so I went o the dog's bowl and acted like I was going to take a bite.
That big German Shepard tore me up. He bit my head, face and arms. I had 13 stitches on the top of my head. Needless to say, if a dog is eating, I leave it alone, especially a German Shepard.
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