Hate At First Sight

I once had a Golden Retriever named Chaucer. My parents had a Dalmation. The Dalmation was young and playful while Chaucer was old and arthritic. The Dalmation would jump on Chaucer causing him to collapse to the floor. I would pick him back up and then he would get knocked down again. Chaucer grew to hate the Dalmation.

One day I was walking Chaucer and he saw a life-size Dalmation statue in someone's front yard. Despite his advanced old age and frailty, he took off after it, dragging me along for the ride. He leaped on the statue and dug his teeth into the back of its neck. Instantly he realized his mistake. He had thought that it was the evil Dalmation. Sheepishly, he continued on the walk. He learned from his mistake and never attacked that statue again.