So, Kind of the Opposite

"Is this gonna freak her out?" the woman sitting on our stoop waiting for a bus says, extending her hand toward the doge.

"She's not going to bite you," I say, shrugging, "but she was a rescue, and she wasn't really socialized properly when she was little."

"I've got a cat like that," the woman says. "She loves being the center of attention, but only so, when you try to pet her, she can fuck you up."