I remember once going to a door with my son when he was about 7 or 8. The front door of the home was a beautiful wood door with a large oval glass design. What really stood out to me was inside decorating the glass there appeared to be an intricately design lace curtain. As soon as we rung the bell we saw a little yapping ankle-biter come from somewhere inside the room and proceed to start leeping onto the door and in less than 2 seconds turned than curtain into well- string.
I looked down at my son and said "let's get out of here now", and I bet we were in our car and down the road in less than 10 seconds.
I knew that if someone came to the door with us there, they would never blame their precious little Cujo, no it would have been our fault for stirring him up.