Second morning and I began by taking a walk in the
park. It was wonderful until right at
the end when some man came and turned his dog loose. I could hear from all the loud clicking of his tongue and
chattered endearments that he thought this was a good thing and also something
he was proud of. His “baby” galloped up
to several other sets of walkers and I crossed the street and left. The one thing he doesn’t realize is how
terrifying his dog can seem to someone who is afraid of dogs.
It still took me forty minutes so my schedule wasn’t
ruined. I do love dogs, but I also have
an irrational fear of those I don’t know.
It has been that way as long as I can remember and it is as big a
handicap as any you can imagine. It was
the reason I hated piano lessons as a child.
I had to walk past dogs to get there.
It was what made me late for school one day. I couldn’t go down a street with a loose dog. It is just my personal hang up.
Almost anyone can make it possible for me to be brave, even
holding the hand of a small child!
Alone I am consumed by terror.
I wonder where this stuff comes from?
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