I hope my homeowners insurance never discovers I'm harboring an attack dog.

[chowmama]

13. My homeowners' insurance never found out about my chow chow, thank the gods

As if. Something about her start in life (neglect and isolation with possible actual abuse) turned her into a large orange marshmallow who only wanted everybody to get along. She had obviously had a personality transplant, resulting in a Newfie with a massive bad attitude somewhere else in the world.

We tried hard to prevent this from happening for her sake, but sometimes a toddler would be out of our reach when they laid eyes on her; they'd run to hurl themselves around her neck. Terrified of small children, she'd stand frozen, communicating "Get it off, get it off, get it off!!!" Never was that child in any danger whatsoever. She was bomb proof. One of my nephews, who had some severe problems at the time, actually stabbed her. He remained unbitten - at least by her. I believe my response to the situation remains on the record as 'epic' and I don't care. The kid, now an adult, seems normal, but I'll never trust him. He's never seen any of my dogs again.

Short of pitties, no breed is more discriminated against. They are considered murder machines. I'd get another in a New York minute.