There is a hilarious scene in one of the Pink Panther movies, where Inspector Clouseau (Peter Sellers), a klutzy, feckless detective, arrives at an Alpine inn laden with lots of pieces of luggage. He manages, with great difficulty, to open the main door and come in from a snowstorm. Inside is a huge welcoming log fire, a recumbent German Shepherd dog, and an elderly, not-easily-impressed, unfriendly and altogether arrogant desk clerk. Sellers asks Does your dog bite? Without even lifting his gaze from his work, the clerk replies No, monsieur. Sellers deposits several bags on the floor, thus freeing up one hand and reaches out to pat the German Shepherd, whereupon the dog promptly savages him. In total alarm and with a hint of betrayal in his voice, Sellers reprimands the clerk I thought you said your dog doesnt bite?! Stiffly and with great dignity the clerk disengages himself temporarily from his tasks to haughtily declare That is not my dog.