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Essays On Phobias

How can people say dogs are cute and cuddly? They’re robust, agile and dangerous. Their teeth could rip through your skin as easy as a knife can slice through butter. I wouldn’t say that that’s cute and cuddly at all. Dogs have scared me ever since I can first remember, and yet my fear of them has got increasingly worse. No matter the size or shape, the simple fact is I’m absolutely terrified of ‘man’s best friend’.

It all started when I was 3 years old. My family and I were out on a walk, minding our own business when a big, black Labrador came bounding over to us. It was wagging its tail so energetically that its whole body was shaking. And then, before we knew it, it had jumped up and placed its muddy paws all over my clean clothes. I was absolutely disgusted and terrified, and I’ve never forgotten how that felt.

Ever since then, dogs have continued to scare me. Even small breeds like Chihuahuas send me into a panic. The fact that they’re so unpredictable doesn’t help either. They could be calm one second, and the next they could be barking and growling and trying to bite you. You just never know with dogs.

So that’s why I try to avoid them at all costs. I don’t go near them, and if I see one coming down the street, I’ll quickly cross the road. Dogs may be man’s best friend, but they definitely aren’t mine.

I freeze in my tracks, unable to react. It feels as though someone has put glue into my eyes’ socket. My attention is glued to the monster approaching me, and I’m afraid to look away. My mouth goes dry straight away, and I begin feeling dizzy. I search for a means of escape but it’s too late; the dog is already on top of me.

I’m not sure when my fear of dogs started, but it’s something that’s always been with me. As a child, I was never allowed to have a pet dog and so I never really had any exposure to them. Even now as an adult, I try to avoid them whenever possible.

It’s not just the physicality of dogs that scares me, it’s also the fact that they are unpredictable. You never know when they might lash out, or what might set them off. And even if they don’t mean to hurt you, their mere size is enough to cause serious injury.

So that’s why dogs continue to terrify me to this day. Just the thought of being in close proximity to one is enough to send my heart racing and send me into a state of panic. And I really hope that someday, I’ll be able to overcome this fear.

The lioness’ presence overwhelms the field, and her powerful paws flattened the grass beneath them. Soon it will be me who is crushed under those razor claws. My brain tells me to flee while my legs, which are still frozen with panic, refuse to obey my commands. This is the end; I’m going on about being killed! Panickedness sweeps over me, and I lose track of my surroundings as everything spins around me in a blur of motion.

I have a phobia of dogs, which is ironic considering I have owned two dogs in my lifetime. As a child, I was always the one cowering in the corner whenever a dog came near me. My friends would laugh and call me a chicken, but I didn’t care. I knew that if I so much as moved an inch, the dog would pounce on me and kill me. Even now as an adult, the mere thought of a dog coming anywhere near me fills me with dread. The panic attack I had when writing this is proof enough of that!

If you too have a phobia of dogs, then you’ll know just how debilitating it can be. It’s not just the physical fear of being near a dog that’s the problem, it’s the mental anguish that comes with it too. The constant worry and anxiety that a dog will appear out of nowhere and attack you is enough to drive anyone mad. Trust me, I know!

So what can you do if you have a phobia of dogs? Well, there are plenty of treatments available that can help you to overcome your fear. From Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) to hypnotherapy, there are many ways to get rid of your phobia for good. If you’re ready to face your fear and want to learn more about these treatments, then please read on.

The rotting yet indescribable stench approaches my nose as I draw closer. Its face is now clean, and I can identify all of it’s horrible features. Sharp, filthy teeth line the inside of its mouth, all of them razor-sharp and eager to tear open my exposed flesh. Beady eyes, wide and furious are glaring right at me. It almost seems like it’s looking for any flaws in me before deciding where it should strike.

My heart races as fear takes over my body and I start to shake uncontrollably. This is my phobia, my fear of dogs. It’s irrational, I know, but that doesn’t make it any less real for me. Dogs have always terrified me, even when I was a child. Just the thought of them makes my heart race and my palms sweat. I can’t even look at pictures of dogs without feeling sick to my stomach.

Over the years I’ve tried to face my fear, but it’s just too strong. Even seeing a dog on TV is enough to send me into a panic attack. The mere thought of being near one fills me with dread. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to overcome this phobia, but that’s okay. I can live with it. After all, it’s not like dogs are going to be everywhere I go.

So, how did everything begin? Where did my intense hatred of dogs originate? I’ll share as much information as I can recall. It was a scorching, sticky summer’s day when the sun was high in the sky, and the six-year-old me was chasing after a brilliant red football. My father and I were playing at the park down the street. It was one of those rubber balls with a mind of its own that fly through the air like this. 

We were both exhausted from playing for hours in the heat, and my father said we should go home. I was so engrossed in the game that I didn’t want to leave. I begged and pleaded with him, but he was firm. We had to go. As we were walking home, I spotted a black Labrador Retriever trotting towards us. It looked friendly enough, but I was still cautious. My father, on the other hand, had no fear. He patted the dog on its head and started chatting away to it like they were old friends. The dog’s owner wasn’t too far behind, and she thanked my father for taking the time to say hello.

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