I personally have a serious psychological trauma about golden retrievers… Let me
explain the premise that
I have always had a good relationship with dogs. Most of the guard dogs in the family will allow me to get close to pet them. Many dogs on the road will look at me, and as long as I bend down, they will wag their tails and ask for petting. There are often dogs that ignore their owners and run with me all the way,
but they are very peaceful! Most of them are very gentle, and even if they are excited, they will just flutter their legs and lick me!
In addition to the golden retriever that brought me a trauma,
there is a pet shop downstairs where I used to take classes.
The owner has a golden retriever,
and it likes me very much,
although I also dislike it…
But I really can’t stand its love…
If the Internet wasn’t so developed at that time,
I seriously doubt that I would have become a hot topic!
Every time the golden retriever sees me, it gets extremely excited and
bangs against the metal railings
like crazy, pengpengpeng, as if it’s made of iron.
That’s fine, it’s locked in the store and can’t get out no matter how excited it is,
but unfortunately,
the store has to take it for a walk every day!
The shift change time often coincides with my time to go home!
Every time this thing sees me on the road,
it’s like it’s been injected with adrenaline!
It will rush forward in an instant,
break free from the leash,
turn into a golden lightning, and
run towards me with great excitement!
Ignoring my expression of resistance and despair…
It will throw me to the ground…
Then the whole dog will press on me, wagging its tail wildly and licking my face frantically…
I’m a weak girl who weighs less than 80 kilograms… I
can’t resist
at all… I’ll shout desperately at the store owner or clerk who took it for a walk…
But the person who took it for a walk has just gotten up from the ground…
I was pulling it while it kicked me…
The two of us and the dog were stuck in place…
I was struggling on the ground,
like a tortoise with its shell flipped upside down by fate. The
golden retriever was on top of me, with its front legs on my shoulders and
licking my face madly.
The owner tried desperately to pull the golden retriever back but
was kicked on his butt…
You ask the people around why they didn’t help?
Damn! Because they were all laughing like crazy!
Taking pictures with their phones…
It’s so miserable…
The worst thing is that
this golden retriever gets so excited every time it sees me…
Whenever I see it outdoors,
my subconscious reaction is to run away . If I
can’t outrun it, I can only turn around and face it to protect my face…
It’s better than facing away from it and falling on my face…
As a result, many years have passed, and
now I always show off when I see a golden retriever on the roadside. Who
said that golden retrievers have a stable personality?!
I took classes there for a year or two and was scared by it and had a psychological trauma.
No matter how crowded it was, it could always find me accurately, then kick its owner over and pounce on me.
Forgive me for not being able to bear its love… It
‘s so embarrassing…
And its face is full of saliva…
Every time it would pounce on me to the ground, it must lick my face, and wash my face with its saliva for several minutes before it would stop…
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