I'm a "dog" person. I like dogs; and dogs like me. I've had people with shy or nervous dogs exclaim in amazement as their dogs, which usually don't let strangers come anywhere near them, let me pet them. Cats go crazy over me as well. Once, while visiting the vet's with my dog, I had a baby cougar use my thumb as a teething toy... ow.
However, there are two breeds of dog I wouldn't go near with a bargepole - rottweilers and pit bulls. Alas, in my neighbourhood, the young bloods like to prove they've got real high testosterone, and the only dogs these tough guys on my block own are pit bulls and rottweilers. I was confronted by a rottweiler once (it never got to the point of attack because I knew enough dog psychology to avoid being a threat), hence my distaste for the ugly beasts. Pit bulls I abhor on principle. For more genteel dogs, I have to go all the way to the pretentious condominiums down by Humber Loop, about 30 minutes' walk away.
I miss having a dog. Not allowed to have one in this apartment, although cats are allowed.
-TD, who loves watching the Westminister Dog Show on TV (mostly because the commentators are such a hoot to listen to)