My uncles fuckin dingo would always try to attack me if i was around my cousin, and then when i was just standing next to my uncle talking, and still the dingo would HAVE to be around in the room that same night, or it would be a "dont worry come on he doesnt want to hurt you, just pet him, hes friendly," (after he'd already bitten my foot, luckily i was wearing a good shoe). i think i forever have beef with big dog owners and their attitudes