I turned Lizzie out into the outdoor arena, and went to clean and feed. Upon peeking around a corner of the yard to make sure that she was ok, I see a woman holding a small baby up for her to sniff and nuzzle.
I ran over to them, and (panting) asked her to move back because Lizzie “doesn’t like people very much and has been known to bite.” Jesus.
As I was running I could just imagine Lizzie throwing her head back and screaming “GET IN MAH BELLEH!!!” and then biting off a good chunk of baby-back ribs.
Some people, I swear…