When I was 11 years old, I was attacked by a dog. It wasn't all that bad, but I do have a scar on my leg from it. So after that happened, I was terrified of dogs. So when I was 12, my parents decided to get me a dog to help me get over my fear. We got a pure bred cocker spaniel from a lady who rescues them. We named her Taffy. She was about 2 and a half years old when we got her. She was so shy. She didn't bark either. In the 8 or so years we had her, she barked less than a dozen times. She was more like a cat and than a dog. But I loved her. And it did help me get over my fear.
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