Pathetic. Mangy. Tiger-Striped. That describes the dogs you’d see wandering around town. If you had a stick and raised your arm even slightly, they would piss themselves. But for some reason, ALL of the female volunteers were terror-stricken by these dogs. No exceptions. Every woman there suddenly reverted to a primal nature and panic took over.

Me? I would push the button on the scream box and watch the dog run away, tail between it’s legs leaving a urine trail in its wake.