Debr has a good point. There are vicious little ankle bitters out there too.
I remember there was a tiny chihuahua that lived across the street when I was in highschool. That thing was so mean, the younger kids would not walk in front of that yard because that tiny thing would rush the fence and scare them so bad they would run home crying. The yard was fenced all around the house and you never seen the dog out. But somehow he got out one day and went running after the paper boy (who he really hated with a passion) and got his paw caught in the chain of the bike. The dog ended up losing that leg. It didn't change anything. after a few weeks of recovery that little thing was back to his old ways. Even with one leg missing he still tried every thing he can to get to that paper boy.
But after all is said and done. I still will fear the big dog way more then a small one. |