"Take my world apart" - Lessons for surviving friendly dogs and conquering poverty
Today, a dog tried to eat me . Well, not completely, but it sure felt like it. There I was, with this (big) beautiful dog, super friendly and all (really, really big), and I was getting all sorts of tail wags and kisses. No problem. Every sign that I was reading from this (did I mention she was really big?) dog told me she was friendly. Her owner asked me to help put on a harness and size it. I was on one knee and having a hard time sizing it because she was so busy licking my face. I stood up and slipped it over her head, then pet her and began to clip it under her arms, just behind her forelegs. At the exact moment that I got both hands underneath her and I was bent so that her and I were literally nose-to-nose, she froze , for just a quarter of a second. No wagging, no movement, no licking. It was all the warning I got, and it was so fast, I had no time to react. Before I could finish my thought of "hmm, that's not good", she went ballistic. She lunged for my face and...