Go me!

Yesterday, I did something that I thought I would never do.
I walked calmly up to a man in the pet store (we were stocking up on litter and stuff) and I said, “D’you mind if I pet your dog?”
Why is this so monumental, I hear you ask. Well, when I was about 16, I was set on by a rottweiler. I wasn’t bitten, but I was scared out of my wits. Ever since, I have been very wary, even afraid of big dogs. I have been trying to overcome this fear, partly because I don’t need another thing to be afraid of, and partly because my friend has a German Shepard, and well, it’s a pain in the arse working around a dog.
Cassie, the German Shepard, is actually a sweetie. She is really well trained, and has a ‘soft as muck’ temprament. I now feel completely comfortable around her.
So, the dog in the pet store. His name is Max, and he is a FIFTEEN STONE Mastiff. I have never in my life seen a bigger dog. So of course, I had to seize the opportunity to say hello. I got down on my haunches (Max was lying down) and let him sniff my hand. Then, I stroked his head and lovely soft ears. I am so proud of myself!
Max’s owner told me that he eats ten kilos of food a week. He is also taller than their 7yr old child…
Petting Max was one of those things that I just had to do. I’m glad I did.