Actually, I don't hate cats, I'm just kind of afraid of them.
Did you hear about the dog that was so high-strung, he developed a nervous tick?
I'm not really scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of possums. And I'm scared of raccoons sometimes, it depends on how big it is - I'm scared of the smaller raccoons because the bigger ones are slower.
I have an animal phobia, especially ones I don't know.
I'm not a fearful person, I have no phobias of rats, snakes, spiders, nothing. I'm lucky in that sense.
Chickens scare me. I don't like them. They seem a little floppy or something.
I'm afraid of animals.
Human beings are the only animals of which I am thoroughly and cravenly afraid.
I just got a new dog, so I was worried that he'd hate the fireworks, and he did, but just because he's not a patriot, not because of the loud sounds. The loud sounds he's fine with - he just hates America.
The dog, who had sounded so ferocious in the winter distances, was a female German Shepherd. She was shivering. Her tail was between her legs. She had been borrowed that morning from a farmer. She had never been to war before. She had no idea what game was being played. Her name was Princess.
A horse's eye disquiets me: it has an expression of alarm that may at any moment be translated into action.
I'm terrified of goats.
Horses terrify me.
I always thought it was a goat that kicked me over the fence. My mama told me the other day it was a cow. Now I'm sort of scared of both.
I deal with misunderstood aspects of animal behaviour like anxiety and aggression. I teach people how to respect different species and let a dog be a dog.
