Peter shuddered. "Dogs not so much," he mumbled. "I don't mind smaller animals." He realised this might be being a bit unfair to the entire dog species, but the truth was he had always been afraid of them, especially horrible great big ones with slobbery jaws. His mother had always looked on having animals in the house as a travesty - even owls had to perch outside the window and leave the letters in a little slot for collection later. Peter was used to owls now, of course, but that didn't mean he had to like them. He'd been nearly eaten accidentally enough times to want to give them a wide berth.