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I was mauled when I was five myself, but it was TOTALLY 100% my fault. I knew the dog was questionable. I knew I wasn’t allowed near it, and she was tied up on her own property well away from foot traffic. I know you’ll find this surprising, but I was stubborn when I was a child :-p
Leash laws were not what they are now, and almost everyone’s dog ran loose. I was called the Pied Piper of dogs. I had a pack with me wherever I went. I had no fewer than 6 dogs with me at any given time. They actually acted as a pack and respected me as their leader, they listened and never fought. I’d never met a dog that I wasn’t friends with.
Mary, a beautiful German Sheppard was one of the most difficult to befriend. I didn’t get to see her often, only when her owner would visit his mother who happened to live right next door to my Aunt (I lived at my Aunt’s for all intents and purposes).
I too remember it like it was yesterday. I remember it taking so long to get close to her. When she finally let me, I sat there petting and talking to her. Then I heard my Aunt’s door open, and KNEW I was in trouble. When I jumped up, Mary became nervous. When my Aunt screamed “get the hell away from that dog” it put her over the edge and she attacked.
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I've been married for 24 years and have four wonderful children.
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