My cousin had a Yorkshire Terrier years ago. She suffered from severe rheumatoid arthritis all her life so whenever I went for a visit, I always did for her anything I could including the most menial chores...just whatever I could do. So one particular night I was visiting. Little dog's name was Neidra. She asked me, "Rob, would you get Neidra and put her on the back porch please? That's where Neidra stayed at night. It was screened in and plasticted over and was heated and cooled. So, I got up bent down to get her and she clamped down on the index finger of my right hand on the knuckle right down to the bone. JUST that quick. I still have the scar.....I'd "guess" this happened about 1995 "or so". And the dog was totally used to me. Would jump in my lap, let me pet her.....pick her up, the whole ball of wax. But that ONE time for whatever reason she wasn't havin any of it. Lemmie tell yall here and now, it took ALL my composure not to grab that little ***** and end it all for her right then and there, but I didn't do it. I loved my cousin (she was actually my double first cousin) like my own Mama, so I guess that's why I didn't just go off and snap Neidra's little neck like a twig. I sure wanted to.