My mom and dad had a family friend who owned a dog named Max. He was a sweet dog who was used to getting attention all the time from people, but then I came along and then I started getting all the attention. Then one day when I was sitting on a porch like thing Max knocked me over and I got knocked on my head. I don't remember it, but apparently I was afraid of dogs after that. That's how my parents tell the story anyway.
"The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long"-Edgar in King Lear