I love dogs. Alot. I could spend a day playing with puppies and be ecstatic. My excitement about dogs is so extreme that I have left parties, quit a run and forgotten to eat to play with puppies. All of which, if you know me, are highly improbable.
There is one con to being a dog lover: I trust any dog owner.
I have a good creep detector the majority of the time, but it’s completely misses creepy dog owners. I will be walking—or, more likely, running—down the street and meet someone taking a casual stroll with their German Shepard and immediately stop to pet it. I’ve come within millimeters of people who are creepy enough for me to ordinary escape to the opposite side of the street.
I may understand the rules of Stranger Danger, but completely ditch them for dogs.