I know how he feels. I love dogs. Love taking care of them, walking them, domesticating them, even picking up after them.
(AND training them… we have tiny NON-yippy dogs because we bribed them from an early age NOT to act like typical little dogs: “Ok, you Bichons don’t want to be cliche yippy dogs, do you?”)
But one day our next door neighbor’s Boston Terrier got in my face (jumped straight up five times its own height) and gave me a vicious bite. And now I’m irrationally afraid of it. Walking-an-extra-block-to-get-home-to-avoid-it afraid. Shit, my BP shot up just typing this.
So it might take a lot of time and work (and therapy) to get Bill and Steve together.
See how I quoted an Aug. rant in the Sept. thread? Pretty sweet, eh?