Oh, Jokay, I'm afraid of dogs, too.  But I remember when I was about 8-9, we dog-set with my brother's dog a St. Bernard. My little sister was really small 2-3 years old.  I think the dog was getting old and sometimes it would snap at her. My Dad finally "got rid" of the dog (a polite way of saying that he took it off in the woods and shot it.) after it circled a Mexican worker we had working on our farm. (It almost caused the man to have a heart attack).

 

My Brother was an MP or Security Officer or something at Los Alamos then and couldn't keep her with him.

 

I still think the picture is cute.  I snagged it yesterday from another group where we are posting pictures of dogs.