For a long time, I had a serious wariness of dogs
I'm afraid I don't have a memory of being bitten or chased by a dog when I was small to offer up some logic as to why, it's just the way I felt. However, about two years ago I came across someone walking a Siberian Husky, female. She took my breath away; that species, at least, gives some credit to the thought that dogs are descended from wolves. She was, to put it simply, beautiful. The owner smiled and let me pet her. Her soft, warm fur was silky and the way she wagged her tail in pleasure made me smile. She nuzzled my hand with her nose and I laughed.
I've adored dogs ever since, all dogs. And every time I encounter an owner walking their dog, I always put my hand out to pet them. When life settles down I'll get a dog of my own; a companion who is not a pet, but a warm, loving friend whose loyalty extends far more than a human friends' would. The thought of this future companion always brings a smile to my face and my hand tingles from the memory of soft, warm fur.
Laura C.S.
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