Now that is something I never thought I'd hear myself say. "I like dogs." ? Really? I used to like dogs, until I was 10 or 12. Then my neighbor's dog, a German Shepherd that I'd known for years, came rushing out from under their house and bit the back of my leg as I was walking to their pool to swim. The dog had had puppies. Apparently I was a threat, even though I had no idea.
Another neighbor had a boxer and a Saint Bernard. One day the Saint Bernard latched onto my upper arm and wouldn't let go. The only reason I don't have a mark is because I was wearing a sweat shirt. From that time on, I've steered clear of dogs. Sure. I know that people love them, but they are aggressive. Even in their friendliness, they jump on you and slobber all over you, and generally invade one's space.
Cats are more refined. Cats respect my space. They only scratch if I come after them, it's never been vice versa.
And then I met the Chupacabra.
Just thought you'd like to know.
I suddenly discover that I like dogs. Who woulda thunk?