Reminds me of an old joke. Bloke goes into a pub, sees an old fellow enjoying his pint with a large dog lying across his feet. 'Does your dog bite?' he asks. 'Nope', says the old fellow. So our bloke bends down to stroke the dog, which suddenly leaps up and takes half his arm off. 'You said your dog didn't bite' cries the man. 'That's not my dog,' says the old fellow. 'I left mine at home.'
I'm an optimist. But I'm an optimist who takes my raincoat - Harold Wilson