Went on a cheeky ride today. My regular route goes past a farm where there’s always a couple of dogs barking behind the gate. Except this morning the gate was open.
One of the dogs shot out and chased me. It was running beside my ankle, barking wildly.
So I stopped, put my sunglasses on top of my head, took off a glove and offered it my hand to sniff, while saying something like ‘who’s a big boy then’. Cue the waggiest greeting ever. Having established we weren’t a threat to each other, we went our separate ways.
This post isn’t in response to the one below, or the countless other dog threads we’ve had, nor to criticise the people who really have been bitten by dogs . But I thought it was useful to remember that dogs are frequently prisoners of their instincts and that a little dog psychology can defuse things most of the time.