I’m not sure where this fear came from – I don’t have any traumatic experiences in my past involving dogs of any size, unlike Sister Singer who was bit right on the face by a big scary dog. Maybe it’s sympathetic fear?
Regardless of where it came from, this little fear used to bad – I would get very very nervous around all dogs bigger than a chihuahua.
I am pretty sure a visit at Aunt Delaware’s house with her Boxer named Sweet Andie (or just Andie, but I can’t say it without the Sweet in front) was what made me significantly more comfortable with big dogs. Sweet Andie was so affectionate, and even though she was genuinely stronger than me – she was not aggressive, and didn’t hurt me (okay, she did actually leave a huge bruise on my leg from jumping on me – but it wasn’t malicious!). I think all I needed was to actually spend some time with a big dog to move past my paralyzing fear.
It’s a good thing I have made peace with puppies of all sizes, because I’m pretty sure this is Handsome Husband’s vision of the future:
We’ll see about that.