Some kind of "David" complex, like "short man syndrome"... ^.o When I had Pendragon, a neighbor had this fox terrier mix - couldn't have been more than three pounds after a good meal - who would come at us like he was just going to shred the Pyr. Fortunately, he was always on a leash and Pendragon just Looked at him. He wouldn't have been able to get through the fur anyway, but it was pretty funny. ^___^ And embarrassed the hell out of the neighbor.