You’re totally correct.
I’ve had dozens of them and every single one of them snapped at some point.
[it’s that famous “squeezed/diseased brain lesion syndrome”]
They attacked not only strangers but all of them eventually turned on me.
Several of them ate babies and/or old ladies.
Two of them killed me.
To make it even worse, every one of them got rabies and I’d had to lock them in the corn crib and shoot them like Ol’ Yeller.
I have a 9mm and a cattle prod beside my sofa for that inevitable moment when Odin suddenly goes for my jugular.
They all need killin’.
“Two of them killed me”.
I remember both those cases. Tragic. :-P
“Two of them killed me.”
And yet, you still Freep. You’re making the rest of us look like underachievers. ;-)
We had various dobies when I was a kid, they were all sweethearts. Unless you messed with their humans, then they were death on four legs.