Well, Fred struck again. The girlie was sitting in the living room, having a little picnic with her tea set and a cupcake. He jumps up, grabs the cupcake and her pointer finger. Broke the skin. Left two welts. The husband wants him gone - tomorrow. I've had a little talk with the kids, how he might go to a home with grownups where he won't have to worry about the whole food agression issue. I was going to take a day and talk to a trainer and the vet, see if this can be addressed. If not, I'm not under any false assumptions, he'll have to go. But tomorrow? Damn.