I'm rather terrified of pit bulls. Where I grew up, and am still living, every Tom, Dick, and Harry what figures himself for a thug has one of those things. And whether by training, nature, or (most likely) some unholy combination of both, every single one of those dogs I've met has been a horrible, vicious monster. I grew up seeing them in the media as monsters, seeing them on my street as monsters, hearing about them in conjunction with the monsters who used to breed them to fight. By now, I've got this sort of sixth sense for the things. I stay well away from them, and anyone who owns them.
And then I met Daisy.
Daisy is the sweetest dog you will ever meet in your entire life. She's friendly, gentle and just plain adorable. She belongs to a little old lady who lives a couple of blocks over from my house. I first saw her and her owner (Mrs. Hampton) one day as they were walking back from the market. Of course, I shied off to the other side of the road, like I usually do when I see a pit bull (especially one not on a leash, as Daisy was.) But Daisy stayed right beside Mrs. Hampton's leg and didn't even give me a second look. I hurried home.
This happened several times, until one day one of the plastic grocery bags Mrs. Hampton was carrying broke, and soup cans went everywhere. Feeling sorry for her, I helped her pick them up, got introduced, and Daisy still left me alone.
That was almost a year ago. I see Mrs. Hampton and Daisy walking home about three times a week, usually. In that time, I've gone from utterly terrified of Daisy to just a little bit skittery around her. It's a shame. I know she's sweet. I know she's gentle. I know she has a good owner, and that neither of them could hurt a fly. But still, my heart speeds up and my stomach jumps every time I see her, and I have to consciously tell myself to calm down. I can pet her now, which I count as a small victory. She loves it, and licks the heck out of me. I don't panic and jerk my hands back when she licks me anymore either, though it does make me pretty nervous. Once or twice I've let her lick my face, but it was very, very difficult.
I'm getting over it. It's taking time and effort, but the logical part of my mind realizes now that not all pit bulls are monsters. I hate the fact that I'm so scared of these dogs, but I just can't help it. *sigh* It makes me angry at the people who started this hysteria in the first place.