When we first moved into our house the surrounding area was farmland and one day some cows got out of their field. DW and I were in the front yard when she saw three cows walking down the street towards us. She screamed, ran inside the house and locked the door, leaving me outside to deal with the cattle. She refused to unlock the door until the rancher had come and got his cows.

She's gotten much better over the years.

-Blast