@therealjrn My rooster was hatched in an elementary school classroom. His siblings all died because we fed them only Kelloggs corn flakes so he never knew he was a chicken. He used to sit on my lap and watch TV with me. He liked being petted.
If you get close to my Mugsy (and he’ll be on a leash), he might jump up so you can give him pettins. If you’re a girl and you bend down, he’ll lick your face.
I swear in his former life, he was an eighty year old on a park bench saying to every cute lady who walked by, “C’mere, cutie!” I’m not sure if his current incarnation is a step up or down, but he seems fine.
Literally had a dog bite me on the arse, breaking the skin, right at the point the owner had gotten as far as, “Don’t worry, he won’t…” in her aspirational thinking.
Their vet said the dog had a biter warning on file.
And was I petting the dog? No, no, I was running down the sidewalk, and had run off of the path just into the yard next to me to give the owner time to cinch up the leash’s spool. I think she kept it on “free spoolin’”.
My father has killed two of his dogs due to this. He would always say, “Nah, she’s fine.” Both were due to cars. One was crushed in his driveway. Another was hit by a car. It was a black chow and it was at night, ffs.