An aristocrat of a man is meandering through the village when he spies a fine damsel aside the road with a canine sitting along side her. He approaches the young damsel with the intent of a harmless flirt.
“My good lady. Does your furry friend per chance have any tendencies to nip at strangers if one is so tempted to befriend it?” he asks.
“Why, no”, she says. "My dog is as harmless and lovable a pet one could find.”
The man then proceeds to reach down and attempt to pet the canine when the dog suddenly bites him on the back of his hand.
He quickly straightens up shaking his injured hand in pain.
“I thought you informed me that your dog doesn’t bite,” he protests.