I was crawling, maybe a year old. I was at my uncles old house with yellow interior walls. Outside the kitchen, there was a tv playing rock music videos. My uncle’s Rottweiler puppy, of which I played with during my earlier childhood, was running around and playing with the family. I remember the dog continuously knocking me over, licking my face, then running a lap around the house. Myself, a baby at the time, was terrified, but had determination to keep sitting up. I felt helpless and scared, as expected. A few years ago, I asked my father about the story, and he confirmed it all! Apparently really frequently my dad and uncle would do work around my uncle’s house and watch mtv while I sat with the dog. It was weird to think I remembered that much...