With the exception of the INTP and the INFP's responses, which seemed ballistic, and not exactly fully rational, I liked the more or less carefully nuanced answers to my problemz as set forth. I admit I upped the ante rather high with the dog-o-cidal rhetoric but also thought I made it clear that I wouldn't harm a dog. Some part of me would like to round up the dogs, but in general, I am not that dogged. I can live my life away from dogs. Most in this neighborhood live inside of electric fences. They come running at me (I love to walk and like to walk several hours a day) but are brought up short at the boundary. One stupid dog at the bottom of the hill used to come flying at me and my kids, and that particular dog bit the mailman once a week (or so he said). I would have liked to be a mailman if it weren't for dogs. I got enough from my stint as a newspaper boy. I suppose that rapists give males a bad name, and the small percentage of dogs that bite also give all dogs a bad name. But there are 600,000 dog bites per year in the USA alone, and these are just the bites that need medical attention and so are recorded. Some children are permanently disfigured. I did stop delivering to the house with a German shepherd. I called that family and said I would hurl their paper into their yard wrapped in plastic. I know the dog couldn't help it, because it was basically a territorial being. after I called them the family kept their dog on a tether which meant the poor thing nearly choked itself trying to get at me. I felt so bad for it, I tried to throw the paper all the way to their porch and run before the dog could get going with its fascination. After a few weeks I noticed the dog had disappeared. Maybe they gave it away. It was waking the whole neighborhood up for hours on end whenever I went by. I couldn't change the situation, I was only doing my job. I was nine years old, and wasn't much of an animal hater. I shot a bird once with a BB gun and cried for two weeks when it dropped from its perch. I don't know what to do about dogs. Initially I just wanted to see if others felt as I do. I guess not. Enjoy your dogs, people! I won't be rounding them up or absconding with them or throwing them poisoned hamburger. I will turn the other cheek. Peace! (The worst dogs were not the German shepherds but tiny little miniature terriers. They simply had no brakes or so it seemed. Their owners were really nice people, too, who saved their stamps for my collection.)