Boy, I remember my childhood very well.  One story
sticks out in my mind and is reasoing for my slight
fear of dogs.  When my family lived at our old house,
our neighbors had watch dogs.  One day when I was
young, i was outside playing in my back yard when all
of a sudden, the two dogs came running over at me
circling me.  Just to note, I was about seven years
old at the time, so it was a tramatic experience for
me.  My mother came running out and scared the dogs
away back to their house and then called the town's
animal control.  I still have a fear of some dogs, but
not all.  If the dog is friendly, like yours, i
welcome it's friendship and love.  I have a pretty
good detector of sensing whether the dog is a
nice/friendly one or a mean one.