As a child I had a terrible fear of dogs. My mum could wave my sisters and I off to school happily, but the mere sighting of a dog, had me returning home faster than you can imagine. Pictures of black dogs in fairy tales only reinforced how scarey they were were too, and Red Riding Hood’s wolf looked more like a dog to me.When I became a parent, I was determined not to have my children grow up with this paralysing fear. It is so often learned behaviour, our parents can reinforce their love, or fear of animals onto us, without their realising.
In my late 20′s I became a morning walker, a habit I have maintained. That was when I observed that most of us will encounter a dog a day, everyday! Fortunately, our four legged friends are inclined to be on leads, or barking at you from behind a fence these days, but it can still frighten the child (or adult) regardless.
I often ponder, had I not taken my worst fear and dealt with it, how much joy and confidence I could missed out on? These days my dog Jazzpa, ensures I walk each day, regardless of weather or mood. He welcomes his run on the beach with that same magical joy that you see when a toddler awakes, and he warns off any other scarey looking dogs for me. He is also the most wonderful companion and in winter, the best foot warmer ever!
How grateful am I for this life lesson. Has anyone out there had a similar history with dogs?






