True story:
I have a Blue Gascoigne Coonhound. He is big. Lots of big teeth, too. I was moving out of my old place in E-burg, and gave the landlord permission to show my house if I was notified 48 hours in advance. No exceptions.

I came home one day about 9pm and saw the dog in the yard barking at the tree. This was unusual but not unheard of, as the inside door had an oval knob he could turn with his teeth. Occasionally the storm door on the porch wouldn't latch so he could get out and not back in.

I had an armload of groceries so I just went in and didn't bother with him, as he looked like he was having fun and the yard was fenced in anyway. As I was putting groceries away, I noticed a red Jaguar in my back lane. The door was open and the car empty, and it slowly dawned on me just what the hound had up the tree.

I went out and grabbed his coller and put him on the porch, and brought out a ladder to make it easier for the landlord to get out. Turns out the landlord didn't listen, and had come to show my house at 6pm without telling me, so he had no room to bitch.

He wouldn't have bitten the landlord, but the landlord didn't know that. He's a good dog....smomeday I'll find out what he's good for.

Chaz