“Don’t worry, he won’t bite.”
When my son was a few months old, my mother-in-law wanted to baby sit her new grandson. I was all for it, but I made one stipulation. The family dog needed to stay outside.
This dog was a malcontent from the word go. No matter how nice you were to it, it barked, growled, and stood ready to attack.
There was no way I would allow that dog in the same room with our baby.
Went over to pick the kid up after her first baby-sitting stint, and there the dog was, inside the house in the same room with our son.
That was her last baby-sitting stint.
Sad to say, I couldn’t take the kid back and risk his life on that sort of situation.
Boy was I the great Satan for that. Never felt one tinge of guilt over it.