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(This post doesn't exactly belong here, but neither does it exactly belong in the miserable thread, or in the abject terror thread. So here it goes.)
I've always been terrified of German Shepherds. When I was young I had a vivid and incredibly disturbing nightmare: I was in a room with a huge German Shepherd which was staring at me from the other side of the room, and which I knew wanted to kill me. I was terrified, and thought that if I pretended to be dead it would no longer bother with me. But the dog stalked over to me and stood over me, and it knew I was pretending. It then started intoning in a cold, horrible telepathic voice: "Cold baby... cold baby..."
I was, unsurprisingly, scared to death. Since then, I went to lengths to avoid going anywhere near any such beast.
Last night, my brother texted me to say that my parents had adopted a new dog after the previous one died earlier this year. A "beautiful white German Shepherd".
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