I read that chows were bred for food....to be eaten. I guess I might have a vicious temperment if I thought I might wind up on your dinner plate.
I almost forgot.. I do have some happy memories of a standard poodle... I keep forgetting my grandpa's dog was a standard... never thought of him as a poodle because his hair was never cut.. he was a big shaggy chocolate brown goofball.. My grandpa gave him pancakes at the table on his birthday... his name was Bear.