Ok, There has never been a dog I don't like, except for one (a pitbull I got attacked by). I was at Fiesta Island with my mom and her friends. They were having a party and babysitting a Labrador. Nobody wanted to walk her (the dogs name is Zoe), except for me. So I took her out for a walk, we went 2 miles and back, everything was running ok (she was a little too entergetic.). But when she saw a guy playing fetch with his dog. She went from a walk to a full sprint! I was so surprised that I fell forward and was being dragged by her. I hit a couple rocks, and I became so mad, that I pulled her leash really hard and screamed at her. She stopped, and was a little sad. When we came back, I felt sorry and I pet her a little. Now she's happy, so that's good! What a crazy day!