So that's when I had to admit that, no, I've never owned a dog, and to be quite honest, I don't really like them. I've never been a "Pet Person".
OK, let's be frank. I'm scared of dogs. I have a "phobia" to dogs (cynophobia?). I cannot relax if there is a dog in the room. I constantly am afraid the dog will attack me or possibly lick me. Our best friend recently got a dog--a delightful little Boston Terrier. I have never heard this dog bark. He's cute as a button. I am terrified of him. I cannot sit down when I go to their house for fear of him pouncing on me. I know this is probably something genetic as Fudge and The PT have the same problem. However, Iguana is curiously immune and loves to go over and play with him and walk him.
I can't point to any specific "trauma" that triggered this. I've never been bitten by a dog. I recall being scared of dogs as a young child. My uncle had a big black lab and every time we went over, the same thing would happen. My father would ring the doorbell. Then the barking would start. Then one of my cousins would open the door. Then the dog would make a bee-line for me and try to tackle me. But after a little while, I could calm myself enough to pet her and maybe tolerate being in the same room. But I would never enjoy it. My mother used to tell me horror stories about German Shepherds during the Holocaust; maybe that has something to do with it.
So then the conversation turned towards her cats. Can't abide cats. I actually did get scratched by a cat at my Aunt's house when I was very small. Also I had a bad experience with a cat when I was engaged and playing a Shabbaton at Einstein with my band. I stayed in some resident's apartment for Shabbos. His wife had me sleep in the living room on the couch. She said, as she left the room, something to the effect of "and the cat will sleep in here with you."
I did not sleep a wink that night. Everytime I was about to nod off, the cat jumped on my head. Finally, exhausted, I lured the cat into the bathroom and closed the door. This was around 3am.
At 4am, their kid woke up and went to the bathroom and let the cat out.
So....not a Pet Person.
But I did have fish. I loved my fish. I had goldfish, and tetras, and a
I hope Stacey got a chuckle out of our conversation. May she know no more sorrow.