Quote Originally Posted by Karen
The dog doesn't get beat up in the movie, but the people do.

Our first St. Bernard, Freckles, was the epitome of the breed: sweet, gentle, fabulous with children, sensitive as can be. We told people the most dangerous part of her was her tail. But when my Dad, just for fun, pretended to try to swing a fist at my mom (something he would never, ever, ever do for real) Freckles would catch his fist in her mouth and hold it there before it ever got near Ma.

Along the same lines Sarah, my Golden growing up would mouth my mom's arm and pull at her if she tickled my brother or I.


And the one time there was actual crime in the neighborhood, Freckles, who normally was snoring loudest of all, barked insistently out the back door enough so that I got out of bed, peered blurrily out, saw nothing and said "Nothing out there, silly, go to sleep."

She was right - the neighbors across the field from that door got burgled that night. Thankfully no one was hurt, or I'd not have forgiven myself.
We had much the same happen. A few summers back in the wee hours the dogs started growling and barking at the window. We thought they were crazy and forgot about it til the next day when the Sheriff came over and told us our neighbor had been robbed. Thankfully he wasn't home as guns were stolen from the UNLOCKED gun cabinet .

I know for sure my pups would growl and show some teeth if I was come at in an agressive manner (only than). As such the only thing I really worry about on our nightly walks is wearing reflective clothing.