All I know is I got bit by dogs 5 times in my first 6 years of carrying mail. Then I started carrying dog biscuits, didn't get bit one time in my last 15 years of carrying mail, and I made lots and lots of new friends who brightened each day.
Here is one of many stories: One of my customers had a huge rottweiler in the back yard, behind a very sturdy 6 foot high wire fence. The vertical supports for the fence were made of railroad ties.
Every day that dog would raise a huge ruckus when he saw me cross into his vision as I walked across a vacant lot toward the front porch of his house. He would
throw himself against the fence over and over again, barking wildly the whole time. But I was in no danger thanks to the fence.
Until the day when he somehow succeeded in knocking the fence down. He came running straight for me at a speed which would have garnered points on his license. Standing in the middle of the vacant lot, I let out a manly but terrified scream of "nooooOOOO!" to no avail. He kept coming, seeming to pick up speed if that was even possible. I prepared for my demise.
10 feet away, the dog stopped on a dime, sat down, and grinned at me. You cannot convince me that dog didn't know EXACTLY what he was doing, and he was enjoying every moment of the terror he had caused me.
My baby bro, the guy who first told me about
vaping, turns 50 today.