I have never considered myself to have an irrational fear of animals, but this post is giving me heart palpitations, seriously!
I was raised in a quiet home with no animals. I had a cat for a while, but my mother took it back to the pound because I wasn't being responsible enough with it (I as in the fourth grade). *trauma*
I was bitten my a dog on the beach as young child, but I don't remember that much about it.
Try to imagine not knowing ANYTHING about dogs and their behavior (this is likely the mindset of your friend's child). It always seemed like such a vain promise when I would visit a home with a large, barking dog and the owner would assure me, "Oh, he won't hurt you!" all the while grabbing at his collar as the dog choked and scratched to get to me, salivating at the thought of how I would taste!
Many times dogs jump up on me, scratching me with their claws while their master says benignly, "Down, down." but not doing anything to *make* the dog get off me. I have had my clothes snagged and soiled and the owners just laugh it off. I try to be a good sport about it, but it does raise my blood pressure! Even though I've watched a bit of the Dog Whisperer when we briefly had that channel I cannot understand what a dog's intentions are when he lunges at me. He is not smiling and cannot talk, after all, so are my fears irrational? I try to be calm and not care if he eats me for breakfast, because I can't show fear after all, right? They can't be allowed to smell my nervous perspiration or it will be all. over.
Last summer I was riding my bike at dusk when out of nowhere, a pitbull came charging at my ankles. His owner was walking him off leash and called to him (but they never listen!). I decided to just stop my bike and hand him the salt and pepper. Now I know that pitbulls are no more vicious than other breeds, unless they are trained to be that way. Even though I was secretly scared witless (and that other word that rhymes with witless, TYVM), I stopped and got down to his level and offered an open hand to sniff. I figured he would make me wreck if I didn't stop. I've blanked out most of the memory, but it must have turned out okay because I'm still alive to tell the story, lol!
I'm always mortified when I go to someone's house and their dog sniffs my crotch or humps my leg. Really? Does this mean I have an irrational fear of dogs? I'm sure getting a dog would cure all of this, but I really don't want one, any more than some people don't want children. I really don't hate them. I find them (especially puppies) extremely cute and cuddly. Some people I know crate their dogs when the doorbell rings. This might not be fair to the dog, but I feel very respected when I visit these homes. I enjoy meeting gentle dogs and petting them, and I can see why they are such good companions.
Wow, sorry for the rant. Perhaps I need counselling, too! Anyway, maybe your friend's child has had some experience that the parents don't know about? I just wanted to give you a different perspective.