We need to take this wild dog to a shelter,” she said in a trembling voice.

“What happened?” the husband asked, frowning.

“She bit me today. And it’s not the first time. She keeps attacking me. I’m scared, terrified. We have to get rid of her.”

“No, that’s impossible. We’ve lived with her for ten years. I’ve known this dog longer than I’ve known you. She’s always been calm and gentle.”

“So you think I’m lying? Look at the marks on my arms. She bit me. She’s crazy.”

“No, you must’ve provoked her somehow. Maybe you stepped on her tail or something.”

“No, she’s just mean, that’s all.”