We got attacked on the trail today. Damn cute little mop of hair damn near slobbered my hand right off my arm. And then Sir Bandit, another vicious critter that we met, was most appreciative of his cookie treat. And then we were lovingly attacked by an old Border Collie girl, with many kisses and grateful licks after her pop said she could have a cookie too and we gave her one.
And flameswin, you can't have talked to everyone. Our family doesn't refer to them as nasty dogs. The owners on the other hand, some of them, we use much harsher descriptor words than nasty, when referring to them.
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