My Aunt always had a poodle, and when I was a little kid I was terrified of the damn thing. He was probably about the size of a football, but he would just sit at the top of the basement stairs and if I tried to come up, he would snarl and growl and start biting the air. Luckily she had a second staircase that went up into the garage, or I would have been trapped down there for hours on end.
It could also jump about four feet off of the ground, and would do this while barking and growling endlessly, if you sat down at the dining room table. I was so glad when that thing died.
The next poodle that she got after that one was this timid little thing that was scared of its own shadow. It was constantly just trembling in fear. But it could do this thing where it would stand up on two legs, if it had to walk through snow. And it wasn't the hind legs either. It walked around on its front legs in order to keep most of its body up out of the snow.