Decades ago when my wife and I were dating, I realized that she had a pathological fear of dogs. She would walk blocks to avoid one. I always wanted a dog, and my parents would not let me have one. As soon as we got married, I checked the ad section of the paper for Golden Retrievers.
The next day I brought home an 8 week old ball of fur. A short time afterwards he developed kennel cough. The vet put him on antibiotics. My wife's maternal instinct took over. She was feeding the dog with a spoon, as if he was a baby. No psychiatrist could have done more for her. Decades later she has absolutely no fear of dogs. In fact she once rescued an abandoned dog, and found a home for it.
The next day I brought home an 8 week old ball of fur. A short time afterwards he developed kennel cough. The vet put him on antibiotics. My wife's maternal instinct took over. She was feeding the dog with a spoon, as if he was a baby. No psychiatrist could have done more for her. Decades later she has absolutely no fear of dogs. In fact she once rescued an abandoned dog, and found a home for it.