“Aren’t you afraid he might overpower you, living just the two of you? He’s such a big guy.” I touched my dog’s head. Patted the skull I know exactly how to crush, whose bony plates would collapse together like Styrofoam under the right weight and angle. “No,” I replied. “I’m not afraid of my dog at all.”
Isn't that kind of a weird thing to ask about someone's pet. Like "aren't you afraid your own dog might attack and overpower you?" Uh what?
