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I had several not so great dog interactions as a kid. When i was about five, a neighbor down the street had a wolf hybrid. It wasn't a terrible dog, it was just a wolf hybrid. One day it wandered into our yard and I ran away from it, so it chased me. I remember it chasing me into a ditch in the snow and grabbing me by my arm in its mouth and shaking me before my dad ran out and kicked it off me. It was winter and I was wearing a thick carhart jacket so it didn't really injure me badly. I was told years later that my dad shot that dog, which I bet sucked for him, since he is a huge softy for animals. When i was eight I was playing with a neighbor's chow, and it chomped right up my arm when i yanked a toy away from it. My arm was all black and blue. That time I was told to stop being a dick to dogs, and that chows are mean sometimes. I don't remember this, but when I was about two we had these two little dogs, a scotty and a westy, and the westy was kind of testy. I had a habit of trying to eat his food out of his bowl, and I guess a couple of times he bit me. Anyway, none of those caused me any dog issues, I've loved them my whole life.
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