poodles
i will not lie its stupid but it's because of the following stories of my childhood
1) i was allowed to walk home from the bus stop when i was about 7/8 by myself when my brother was at baseball or whatever. well. it lasted a good while before our old neighbor lady's mini poodle would get out and chased me, snarling at me and trying to bite me. she refused to do anything about it, told us that i was making it up. when i wasn't. our next door neighbor called my mom one day when it happened and asked if i was okay and if that was "miss arthurs ugly little thing sophia" chasing me
2) my childhood friend's mom's poodle once bit me when i was about 5. i dont remember how other then we were getting ready to swim and he just took my arm and tried to "eat me". i still have the scar
and this one is silly, recent and true.
my best friend/sorta boyfriend's dad has a poodle. his name is fry. the first time i went to his house, fry jumped on me and knocked me over. fry? really either wants to hump me, bite me, or just eat my clothes. every time i have walked into his house i have gotten jumped on or tripped or had to run like hell to get to my friends room before the dog noticed me. once we were in the kitchen and i was eating and fry got up and knocked it out of my fucking hand and i fell on my ass and he got my food cuz... a giant poodle vs me whos not very huge and is clumsy as fuck? im gonna fall. so the next time i was in the kitchen at his house i tried to climb onto the counter and my friend had to lift me on it so then the dog sat there and stared at me from the floor.
i hate them
