"Oh no, not dogs here. Jessie and Bluebell's puppies, that were brought up by Napoleon and chased me off the farm. Nearly tore my throat out, and would have done if I hadn't run."

He thinks for a moment. "I could not outrun either of those creatures, so I would have to hope they were friendly, and if not, they would feel the sharp end of my teeth in their jugular veins."