My mother-in-law has a beautiful golden doodle. Everyone comments on her breeding and gorgeous teddy bear fur. That is until they ring the doorbell.
She starts ferociously barking like Cujo. But if you try and open the door, one of two things happen: 1) She bolts out into the street; or 2) She jumps all over you, scratching you in the process. If my mother-in-law tries to hold onto her collar, she inevitably hurts herself. She opens the door a crack as we try and slip our 200-pound bodies through.