When I was younger, my friends had a dog. They loved the dog, but sometimes he bit. They loved him anyway, because they were around him all the time, and he didn't bite to be mean, just because he didn't know better.
Well, so they invited me over to meet this dog, because they thought he was a super-cool dog. So I went over there, and he bit me! They said he didn't mean it, it was just a play bite, etc, but regardless, it hurt a little. But they said he was a nice dog, so I tried to pet him again, and he bit me again - even harder, and this time it really HURT! So I left.
A while later, I was over there again, and the dog didn't bite me right away. So I got comfortable, but after a while he bit me again. After a few times, I realized that the dog was much meaner than they realized. Maybe he didn't bite them so much because he loved them, or maybe he really didn't mean to be mean to me, but I didn't care - all I knew was that he bit me, and it hurt! So pretty soon I stopped going over there.
Well, it was a few years later, and they invited me over again, and said the dog was too old to bite. I didn't trust the dog, but I went over anyway. I walked through the fence, and before I even saw the dog, he bit me. It didn't hurt too much, because of two reasons - he WAS old, and couldn't bite as hard as he used to, and second, because I expected it. But I knew that if he COULD have, he would have bitten me just as hard as ever, and it would have hurt a lot. So I left again.
That dog bites me! I don't care why it bites, or if it never bites anyone else - it still bites ME and I don't like being bit.
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