All my life I was afraid of dogs. Big ones, little ones, old ones, young ones - - it didn't matter. I was terrified of them. My sisters still tease me about being chased around and around the house by a vicious, drooling, girl-hungry killer dog. I admit now that the killer dog was actually the cutest little puppy ever, just wanting to play. But, at the time I knew it wanted to kill me. Yes, I was terrified of dogs. Until, that is - - -
And now I love dogs. All dogs. Big ones, little ones, old ones, young ones. It doesn't matter. I just love them. Dogs love unconditionally and are loyal and happy. Yes, I love all dogs. Even this one - -
I feel sorry for Cujo. It wasn't his fault that he got rabies and "conducted a reign of terror on a small American town." He didn't have a choice. Poor baby. And, anyway, why didn't the woman notice that Cujo was getting sick? He didn't turn into a crazed dog instantly. Oh ya. She didn't notice cuz she was too busy CHEATING ON HER HUSBAND. Stupid woman. Anyway, I digress.
I love dogs. And I look at Cujo differently now. I think I'm going to have to take that movie out of my scary/horror movie library.