Follow me: Newtown Terrace, the street where I am from. Riding my bike could be a frightful time when I'd get chased by a dog. But that was just one. Now know it's not her fault. Dogs are innately good natured friends till some human does them wrong.
Neighbors, The Silversteins, had a dog named Snooky. Maybe a Scotty or some little mutt. She was a pal barking sweetly. There was one time I tried to play with her, but she ran shyly from my petting hands. I begged again and guess Ms. Silverstein heard it all and said it made her day. She'd lost a loved one but now smiled because of a kid and dog.
Uncle had a Samoyed. Sasha was always smiling. That's the look of her white fluffy breed, yeah, but to me it was a sign of a friend when needed one. Family visits freaked me out. Surrounded by big people talked too loud. So I'd hang out with the dog. Was so shy, but one time I said to a whole room: "You're the only one who really loves me." They laughed like adults do.
Yet at the time it kind of felt like truth. Kids at school taunted but a dog accepts. Never had own dog but I have valued friends' dogs who light up my life. Like when I stop in Chicago to see Japanese Chin. Her name's Pumpkin.