If she were to really, and truly try to rip me apart I... might... win. Since I'm smart enough to go for the eyes. But I'd probably come out of it beaten and very VERY bloodied. It's not something I like to think about, because my girl means the world to me. But a coworker a long time ago told me about how she got her scars all up and down her arm. She had a shep that was starting to lose her mind as she got older (canine dementia, or something like that.) The shep, with no prior provocation, violently turned on her. She and her husband were able to get the dog off of her, but from the deep but healed scars on her arm, it was truly the stuff of nightmares. Something I hope to never have to experience.