One of mine was from when I was probably 5 or so. The dog I had was Mickey, a Toy Fox Terrier who was the terror of anyone she didn't know, especially in the house. She was like a 12 pound Fila, looking back. It suddenly dawned on me that she would probably bite the hell out of poor Santa. I told mom about my fears and she assured me that Mickey and Santa were old friends. Mickey always slept on my bed and I made sure my bedroom door was closed TIGHT. I knew better than to trust her -- she was a "bite first, ask questions later" sort After Fey came along and got old enough to think about it she worried about the same thing :rofl1: Mickey was consistent.