I wasn't kept away from dogs - my parents did exactly what some posters have suggested and got me a "nice little puppy" - god, how I hated the beastly thing! I used to go round to my friend's place to get away from it. It used to bite my ankles and get in the way of any game I might have wanted to play by fussing and jumping all over me. It grew to be a ten ton monstrosity.
I remember the relief when it died - and that I heard that naughty word beginning with F for the first time when the council men came to take the body away - it was jolly (f*******) heavy, according to them!
During my professional life, which involved home visiting, I have been slobbered on, bitten, had one sit on my lap (darn great thing), had one piss in my handbag etc. etc. I came to the conclusion that the more problematical the family, the bigger and more numerous were the dogs. I used to ring up families and tell them that if they wanted my help they must lock up their dog while I was there.