Richard di Franco, 36, was shaving before going to work in his Portland, Me., restaurant. Standing in the doorway, Ferdinand, his large three-year-old St. Bernard, looked on. Di Franco leaned down to pat the dog's head. Without warning, the animal leaped forward and Di Franco felt his face gripped between Ferdinand's powerful, crushing jaws as his pet tore a long gash in his right cheek that took scores of stitches to repair.
This from a St. Bernard? From the legendary canine hero, renowned for padding to alpine rescues with a keg of brandy around his neck? One might as well think of...
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