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Originally Posted by Taltarzac725
I recall a pooch at Doggie Doo Run Run. Its owners would keep it around them near a shelter in the big dog section . It was a golden lab or something like that. Gentle for the most part. That was until it was a kid, any kid, coming into the dog park. The owners position allowed them to see who was coming into the dog park with time to spare. They needed to do that as some previous neighborhood kid had shot the pooch with various BBs. Or, maybe, a bad parent with a kid with tendencies of animal abuse. The dog hated the sight of any kid. The owners also mentioned that the poor dog still had BBs in it.
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I still have a piece of a BB in my back from when a fellow high-schooler thought it'd be funny to shoot me in the parking lot of the strip mall next to the school on our lunch break. It's why I have a fear of people carrying firearms and won't allow one in my house, and when I see someone carrying near me, I quickly extract myself from the vicinity. I fear people with firearms MUCH more than I fear dogs. I have no fear of dogs at all really, though I still can't stand chihauhuas.