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  • I'm scared of dogs. There, I said it.

    There's good reason. When I was a child I would have an asthma attack when in their vicinity. And some boys set one on me once; it chased me across a couple of fields until I took refuge in the house of a complete stranger.

    When I grew up, I developed a real phobia. I think it was partly because I was afraid that if a dog ever attacked one of my children, I would be too scared to pull it off. So I studiously avoided taking my children to places where dogs might be roaming free.

    Which was a lot of places.

    But now - I even go walking with one of them. Even though he causes endless problems, having to be heaved over stiles and attracting the unwanted attention of cows with calves.

    Here's to Poppy, Zac and Cybi. Three wonderful, patient dogs who have managed to overlook my limitations, my ignorance and my anxiety, and treat me like a normal human being.
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